I’ll do the dishes, not all, just some; I make the coffee and feed the dog.
Or maybe I go to “Peet’s Coffee,” and order a large Latte and the girl will ask “Can I help you?” And I'll say no, but I'll take a large latte." And she'll say “It’ll be a second, the machine is warming.” And I’ll think – I guess they don’t really open at six. And then she’ll turn and do the dishes, not all just some, and we’ll wait.
And then I merge, and the sun rises and I think how lucky I am. And then I think about other places and other people and how one man’s sunrise is another man’s sunset. And then I think, while I drive, that someone, someplace is lying on a beach soaking in the sun. And then I think about someone, someplace lying on the ground soaking in blood. And then I think about their father and I wonder, if he’s anything like me. Did he wake up this moringing and do dishes, not all just some, did he make coffee and feed the dog…

Discover-self:
See Beautiful - Be Beautiful

Love Today

The past - we can't change,
The future - is unknown,
The present - the present is evident, it's certain,
Love today and let that love
choose your path.

The Hug

Some folks carry the weight of the world in their hearts and it gets real heavy at times. Sneaks up on em' like a snake bite. Others, have learned to balance the weight of both the good and bad, shifting the load, from their hearts to their shoulders and back again. If you are one of those, then I suggest you hug more often. And when you do, take a bit of the burden of those who's hearts grow heavy, shift the load from their heart to your shoulders. A simple gesture - it only takes a few seconds, it's just a hug – or is it?

Mothers Day

At age 25, mom had six children; one child after the other. I remember walking to school with my brothers. I’d look back over my shoulder and see mom standing at the window. She always had one child in her arms.

One hand holds the child,
The other –
Makes the meal,
Finds socks and shoes,
Packs lunches,
Combs the hair,
And readies us for school.

At the window she stands,
Her blessings in line,
One hand holds the child,
The other – Holds mine