Sweetly saved

We feed the need within’
walking aisles
meandering aimlessly,
wasted yet pleasured time
and avoiding
the empty spaces
as the demise of orange and black
gives an early birth to green and red.
Spirit sings softly
come, have a look-see
down this way pulled like children
memories play out as I gaze,
remembering the gentle days
of torn pretty papers and bows
and the box that was always found
holding the sweetness
in circles.
How something has shifted
deep within as we struggle through nights
chaotic nightmares follow us like wolves and sheep
till we wake at dawn
under the moon lights lamp,
wondering at the thoughts
that made the heart thunder
like summers in the sky above.
We always chose favorites
then and now our tastes changing
and the cherry red has moved
to the calming cream of coconut,
scents inspiring the soul to dream
of yesterdays once more.
The sugar on the tongue
making the medicine go down
in a delightful way day after day,
we circle round to reinvent,
finding ourselves pulled to the moments
where joy lived
and housed in pretty boxes
once a year given,
brings a quiet light and laughter
to the wondering heart.

A strange night of heart wrenching nightmares and a beautiful morning walk, cool and peaceful. Balance of life I suppose. I went to do some shopping and usually I abhor the idea of Christmas intruding when Halloween has just ended….way too early, but I drifted down the seasonal candy aisle and was tickled pink to see the lifesaver Christmas boxes. Remembering how I had gotten one every year in my stocking as a child, and I didn’t think they even made them anymore. Of course they were across from the Halloween inspired kids cereals on clearance, but no, I did not buy any scary apple jacks or boo berries….nor did I buy the lifesavers. Do they even make coconut flavored ones anymore? Things that go through my mind. Sweet ❤


Whose hand did create
the golden egg
left behind on sandwich boards
to unexpectedly find,
as I wear my gold
more often silver but chosen
today on whims to match
the darkest black
of cloth.
Smiles of joy
random acts of kindness
find my heart
and fill my cup to overflow
onto the day
already vibrant
as the clouds watch
high towers of golden splendor
I hold lightly
and carry away
this most precious gift.


As I was closing up shop yesterday on a gorgeous golden skied view, I found a rock sitting on the sandwich board by the opening where you fold it and so turning it this way and that, giggled with joy the gift bestowed by someone somewhere….a movement here where I live, called Venice Rocks. It made my day so very complete and left me feeling utterly blessed indeed.

A million dreams

My mind moves through the motions

so many words waiting to live,

so many stories waiting to be told-

you sit and watch me, my priceless gift,

waiting to be used

to be loved by a new soul,

and I hear you whispering, just try,

perhaps just once

and I smile and know that the days ahead

will see stronger fingers

and whimsy brought forth

from the keys of love

and the voice that heard my words so long ago,

has given me this special piece

in love from a father to a daughter.

Christmas made merry

as I had seen a few and wanted to buy

yet had held back wondering why?

What would be done,

and I know time will tell

as it will speak to me in its own special way,

teaching me what it needs me to know,

spelling it out

one finger touch at a time.

Not a picture of my gift but looks identical, a gift from my Father who is down here for the holidays, our first together in 45 years. A gift of love, to inspire the creative creature that is within me. Peace and love, and Yay….love it!!!!