Desiderata “things desired”

I read the following poem on a stormy afternoon while lying in bed. The window was open and great gusts of wind carried in the smell of an approaching spring thunderstorm. Even as the sky darkened with ominous clouds, I felt at peace. A peace I wish you could know. A peace I wish everyoneContinue reading “Desiderata “things desired””

Water-Walking in the Storm

  WHOOSH. The sound of the wind being sucked from our sails. The rug being pulled from under our feet. The breath knocked from our lungs. It happens. This life has a way of sometimes catching us off guard. Sometimes it’s when we’re rocking along, with everything going our way, and then WHOOSH. Or maybe it’s whenContinue reading “Water-Walking in the Storm”