Take a walk in the peaceful mountains. Let the wind refresh your thoughts and the sun renew your soul. As you think of all that ever happened in this life, remember your lost loved ones most of all. They will always be a part of you and in due time they will return to guide you home again to gently flowing streams.

I may not be the best neighbor but I’m working on my building. The maker is a spiritual power that encourages me to give love, tranquility and justice with guidance.

An autumn walk in September in Wisconsin. A cool windy night.

It is not often in our busy lives that we can find tranquility. Memories of those time are precious.

Poem.

Night is imbued with the wonders of Nature: The sky becomes a canopy of moon and stars; there is solitude in places where tranquility reigns supreme; the rustle of leaves, stirring the senses, rousing the curiosity of the poet; sounds that we do not seem to hear in broad daylight.

A poem about love and dreaming.

My favorite fragrance and flavor. What is it?

I wrote this immediately after waking up from a dream in which I felt completely at one with the earth and its elements(which is weird because I’m not one who posseses that kind of a spirituality by nature). The words are my personal translation of that experience. I still have vivid memories of that dream everytime I read this.

Finding a place to soothe the soul and rest the mind, is a place of lasting serenity. I have found mine, and I hope you find yours.