The motorbike putt putts,
diminishing in the afternoon.
The woman sings
from the comfort of a radio.
The ship turns slowly,
slowly on the tide.
All is well.
All is always, always well.
The Gift of Yourself
Tonight is Christmas Eve and most of us are shopping, anticipating, or trying to complete whatever before year end. Here I am at my dining room table writing a blog. For your sake, and mine, I’ll make it short.
I have an idea for a single gift that will cost you nothing, is already gift wrapped, and will bring joy to you and to hundreds of others for the eight remaining days this year, and the 365 days available in 2014.
Give the gift of yourself.
Read MoreThe Corners of Eyes
are dangerous.
That is where
I first glimpsed-
lemon meringue pie
a Maserati
and, oh yes,
my wife
Daveen.