Thoughts on arthritis
Life as a journey
A Morning Walk I walk through the rain dancing between drops as they shift and dance upon the wind the rush of cold air pushing down a vertical winter as the Canada geese cry their way North an arrowing flight noisy and organized in their journeyleaving me behind - Caroline A. Slee
A long winter
Complaints in a poem
Memories occupy space
Instead of pushing through, a pause
Since It's Almost Halloween... #FridayPhilosophy "For the record, suspicion can kill and prejudice can destroy. And a thoughtless, frightened search for a scapegoat has a fallout all its own, for the children and the children yet unborn." - Rod Serling “It’s too easy to criticize a man when he’s out of favour, and to make … Continue reading Since It’s Almost Halloween… #FridayPhilosophy
Grounding The sky lies close to the Earth abundance rising from the soil as windmills slowly turn in their lazy dance my eyes drift closed my feet planted on the soil feeling the Earth rise through me feeling my soul take root grounding myself to reach to the sky a celebration of joy and calm … Continue reading Grounding
Dandelions We fight every cure inventing strange rules to remove ourselves from the wild we were and create logical formations the straight line borders within the box always marred by weeds and blooms we ruthlessly dig to kill what heals us pouring poison over nature's medicine - Caroline A. Slee