41 starts now.
May I
Be willing
To learn
Slow to anger
Find gratitude
In simplicity
And love
In mysterious
Places
Thank you for all your love. It’s the best birthday present. Grateful for your faithfulness in building me up. God grant me serenity and peace in the year ahead.
I got a text with an attachement. My nephew has started his own journey on Youtube. It’s called fishdudez. I’m so proud of him. I’m never met a more avid fisherman. He loves to makes his own fishing lures. A true country kid ironically who lives in South Florida. I love you Mason.
He doesn’t know I’m sharing this, but I’m a proud aunt. I will gladly support him, and build him up.
All lowercase fishdudez on Youtube.
Love you kid.
In the soppy slog
Sinking into
The deep green
Of grass
Not seen
In awhile
The valley
Has been productive
Nowhere near fun
As I celebrate
My birth soon
I’m realizing
What joy
Is found
In rebirth
One founded
On truth
That is being
Brought forward
Without blinders
Staring ahead
With hope
That change
Doesn’t have
To be
As scary
That necessary steps
Aren’t meant
To paralyze
But propel
Our feet
In motion
Walking the fields
Stetson as the topper
The leash
On the poodle
Who at fourteen
Still thinks
He’s in his prime
But after
A thirty minute walk
Collapses in
The chair
Snoring for
The next
Hour
The clouds
Fluff and puff
Like the pinkest
And stickiest
Cotton candy
From the state fair
And as
I’m setting
The scene
For a magical
Afternoon
I look out
My kitchen window
And my reality
Is on a nice
Downpour
To water
The parched garden
Dancing to
The beat
Of my
Own drum
Is freeing
My soul
And opening
My heart
To the
Possibility
That the
Miracle
Is ready
To be
Uncovered
Great outdoors
Speak to me
Draw me in
And seep
Into the marrow
Seeing straight
Is a problem
Going back
To the
Stone Age
Cooking over
An open flame
Let the oak
Flavor marinate
The Cornish
Game Hen
That will be
My lunch
