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  • Because I could not stop for Death –
    He kindly stopped for me –
    The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
    And Immortality…

    -Emily Dickinson 1830 – 1886
    Because I could not stop
  • There are moments in our lives
    Change comes
    in our faces;
    the rug we sat on
    pulled out from under.
    All we expected
    comfort disappears
    no reason needed.

    It jolts us,
    leaves us floating without roots
    wondering where we are going
    where we have come from.
  • A 4 year old
    waking from a dream
    with alligator tears
    the great great grandfather
    she only met him in her heart.
    through our words and pictures
    she feels his song
    through her fog of sleep.

    Cowbird you took flight
    saw wondrous things
    and came home
    to find the barn roof gone.
    need to find home
    new places.

    It is us
    it is You and I
    Home is our heart,
    to be open
    find a path

  • Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
    And sorry I could not travel both
    And be one traveler, long I stood
    And looked down one as far as I could
    To where it bent in the undergrowth

    Robert Frost 1874-1963
    Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
  • Homeless.
    path uncertain
    facing new choices
    sometimes feel awesome
    sometimes awestruck
    we cannot find a roof
    to land on.

    looking for now
    gone is the past
    hope holds the future.

    we search in flight
    open our eyes
    taste our fears
    we are numb.

    (or do we?)
    which path
    which way
    caught in the headlights
    frozen for a moment in time
    in life.

    our hearts pound
    the flavor of fear
    taste the moment when we stand silent
    thinking we are alone,
    we began together

    as family
    with words and dreams
    people to share our aloneness
    but together

  • Sleet falling;
    Fathomless, infinite

    -Alan Watts – Lao Tze
    ISleet Falling
  • We awaken
    in the gentle rain
    touching us in the wilderness.
    Yes, stories grow and dreams awake.

    we find a branch to land on
    dry our wings
    Take flight again
    a little feeling returns
    “I am me and you are she”.
    a smile emerges within
    this will be home.

    Nest building will begin
    inspired by heart and desire
    Hope is real if we let it touch us.

    So the moment, our moment will arrive

  • i thank You God for most this amazing
    day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
    and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
    which is natural which is infinite which is yes

    (i who have died am alive again today,)

    e.e. cummings 1894-1962
    I thank You God
  • So let us take flight together
    Find a home, build a home
    plant the seed.

    I invite you all to come and play as
    The Cowbird remains in each of our hearts
    and alights into a new day and forever possibilities.

    Tomorrow is coming,
    let’s make it together

    Feb 28 2017

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    We are building NEXT!
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