The title says it all, but do read the poem.
My country’s hope? The children
The title says it all, but do read the poem.
The title says it all, but do read the poem.
My heart is bursting with love for my son as he walks a path that thinks nothing of hardship as long as it leads to a sustainable way of life.
There are all kinds of love: filial, familial, platonic, romantic, but there is also a toxic variety which isn’t really love, is it?
Poetic output of a workshop I attended last month on Listening to Yourself
Today, a friend shared a photograph of a gorgeous sunset, where the golden orb hovered over the lake as though seeking permission to sink into the cool waters for well-deserved respite. It made me philosophical. Everything begins, everything ends, and in between is everything that matters. The sun rises and it sets, and that arc… Continue reading
With some people doing their best to destroy our shared world, who – and where – do you look to for hope? Nature nurtures those who nurture it in turn but turn against it and watch its fury unfurl
We don’t always have a choice about it, but whenever you can, choose to be in the company of those who uplift you. Your emotional well-being is worth fighting for. It is still February as I post this, but here’s wishing that every month is the month for love.
A nightmare without end seems to be unfolding all over the world. The eternal optimist in me is trying to find a glimmer of hope that things will work out in favor of humanity in the end, but there are moments of grave doubt. Sorry for the pessimistic view-point, but war is not a topic… Continue reading
No explanation needed – so tired of what we’ve become…
One of the saddest and most difficult things is to witness a parent dissolving and disappearing. This poem cannot even begin to capture the angst…