Super Summer

Yeah, it’s been a super summer. I’ve never been so sick in my life—literally. Oh, I’ve had flu, colds, infections, the works before but this time some strain of bug (?) food poisoning (?) really threw me for a loop. A big hula hoop loop! In the prone position for almost two weeks, I could barely reach for the phone sitting beside my pillow. Visions of past loved ones appeared on my bedroom wall like a “This is Your Life” episode. Was I near death? My body lost nearly all its fluids and my doctor called the ambulance when I finally crawled into his office. ¬†(Driving myself was one of the hardest things ever!–sheer willpower was the only way I made it!) The transport arrived five minutes later, the EMT pricking me with needles to start an IV in my lower arm. I cried for my sister, which was useless, since she lives on the other side of the world. ¬†Questions were gently asked as I took deep breaths to calm myself.

“Any travel within the last six weeks? ”

A fresh wave of tears spilled out as I said, ‘Yes”. It was to see my sister in Hawaii. Oh! How I wished I was back there at that moment!

Soon, I was whisked into a room at the ER to lay around, wait for the fluids to invade my bloodstream bringing life-giving water. I began to feel much better right away. My body was thanking me for finally listening and responding to its need.

The Voice

Solitude, peace

quiet, reflection

to hear a Voice

that speaks in whispers

to a heart

that is open, willing,

obedient, honest

and listens

with daring courage

to respond,

accept and

never hesitate

to obey the commands

of the Master

Quiet, my soul

Listen, my heart

Obey, my will

Have courage, my Spirit

Speak, oh God

to your Child

the Words of Life

Feb 3, 2015


A Brief Life

Blurry, furry whiteness

billowing from a sky-sea of waves

cresting foaming, frothy, brothy,

sheets floating down’a pureness, a softness,

comforter of feathery down wispy, crystal breaths

of an unknown source

transformed into

clear hexagon shapes intricate designs

each created for a brief life—

falling, falling, falling

only lasting until melting in the soft brown earth

after a journey, flying, swirling, twirling, dancing

in the wind

Feb 3, 2015


year of newness

another digit added and a clean slate lies before me.

what will the future hold? what with I hold in my future?

such difficult questions to muse over as the white sheets of the calendar stare at me with all its clean pages

what will be written on those pages?