Look Into the Sun

Look into the sun as the new days rise
There’s a rhythm in rush these days
Where the lights don’t move and the colors don’t fade
Leaves you empty with nothing but dreams
In a world gone shallow
In a world gone lean

But there is a truth and it’s on our side
Dawn is coming open your eyes
Look into the sun as a new days rise

Cause & Effect

Once Upon A Time
in the real world of today, tomorrow and the before time of this very moment, a thought was born. It could be called the “I need help” thought. Would love to say a dream, but this thought was more than a dream – it was a need deep in the soul of the one that supports us.  Mother Earth

Would you use the floor of your kitchen as a restroom? Doubt it.

Would you fertilize your garden with plastic bags? Doubt it.

Would you eat food grown in soil full of poisons? You may be.

How would you feel if all you give to others to support their life was being destroyed by ignorance?


Think about the impact everything you dispose of has upon this planet.

All damage done to Mother Earth will come back to haunt us all.

That, my dear reader, is called cause and effect.


Blessed Are . . .

Blessed are the Weird People

The Poets, the Misfits, the Artists, the Movie Makers, the Dreamers and the Outsiders.

For they force us to see the world differently.

It has been said misfits and weird people belong only to themselves, and when they try to embrace being something different, they frequently become more socially “odd”.

Now that is odd.

Because every person DOES belong only to themselves – not others.

Seems Blessed Weird People Belong Everywhere



3 to 1 in 5

One of three left in the black of night,
As the white coats tried to play God.
Stripping her heart of its peaceful rest,
Claiming lawful words don’t matter.

Third sister stood alone in the fight,
In the blackness of that night.

Second of three lay in a cloud of haze,
Family tightly wound ’round her.
Tears told stories of memories past,
As time flew by in dwindling light.

Third sister stood alone in the quiet of  that night,
Wrapped in the beauty of the passing.

Last sister stands alone in her grief,
With a heart full of rage and contempt.
Asking why with streaming tears in her eyes,
Her soul rent with loss and regret.

To a place of soundless screams she went,
Beneath her family tree.

Last sister grieved for the first and second,
With their memory clenched to her breast.
Awoke from a dream with a twitch of a smile,
Two lost sisters with hands on her chest.

In the blink of a tear she pulled them into her heart,

Three Sisters Walking in Her Soul as One.


Three Sisters Are We – Wickie, Wandy, and Webbie
In memory of my sisters, Vicky & Sandy
They passed away 5 months apart
I am their memory keeper.


Two Sets of Three

There are three divisions of time – the past, present and future. They synthesize each other to define time.

The three primary parts of being human are the mind, body and spirit. They synthesize each other to define a person.

By saying “Beetlejuice” three times – we each can kinda make anything happen with the above “two sets of three”.

We could choose to see our past, present and future from the vantage point of an angry judgemental mind, a sick body from lack of self-discipline and a depressed spirit that constantly lives life as a victim.

OR, we can see time as a unique flow of an open mind fueling a healthy body to have the courage to free the spirit.

Each one of us brings something special to the table of life. Together we make the whole meal. What are you bringing to the table of life?