Uncategorized

Every morning’s sunrise is a free gift.

Love not only binds, it’s a bridge to the eternal.

Beautiful sunrises are the universe’s, God’s way, of saying Good Morning!

ooglie – oo·glie (noun)
Pronunciation: \ˈü-glē\Etymology: Williams household ca late 20th century – probably from the word google (number)
Definition: (informal) a bunch, an infinite amount, boundless, endless, beyond any measure, more than one.

me and you, it has come to mean how much I love you.
Boundless and beyond any measure.
a simple, silly word meaning so much. It’s like looking into an abyss, not being able to see across but knowing there’s so much there to support you. A void of time and space across which I can still reach out and feel your hand in mine.

Will you stand on cloudtops with me?
Hold my hand
as we look out at the world;
watch the rain fall,
the wildflowers grow,
the lightning flicker?

I dreamed of clouds and thunder last night.
Potential.
That a drop of water swirls around,
until it finally comes together with some other vapor.
It churns, it rises, it falls.
Vapor rubs together, lightning flashes, thunder rumbles.
All in a days work for the raindrop.
Sometimes it falls to the ground as a raindrop, as snow as hail.
Some days, things change and the cloud that was disappears and is no more.
But the raindrop will be back;
raining to the ground,
sucked up by plants
and sent back into the sky.
Evaportated, to form rainbows another day.

The sky a canvas
a palette of morning
How the maestro sets the brush in motion
manipulating the clouds
adjusting a background of blues
constant unfolding
always creating
inspiring us to get it right

A pillar of light
a thousand sparkling snowflakes
aligned for me
ten thousand tiny wonders
with another million reasons
to fly to your heart
every day with no end in sight.

The deer emerged
one with its surroundings
moving quietly, slowly,
deliberately
responsive, alert
It just was
unafraid.
It blended in to become one with the forest
a piece of the world, part of the whole
Always in touch,
not intruding, not dominate
binding and complete

Cathedral cannot describe
The sanctuary of aspens
Soaring
thick and tall
Gold and white
A heaven against a brilliant blue
More intricate than Michelangelo’s vault
Color rich, visually dense
Crowded in sight
Where the slight whisper of wind
Hushes for quiet