3/30

How can a person be so tired? Perhaps from over two years

Of always going, searching, being unsure, off balance, perhaps just

Need meds checked.

3/25

From gray skies, that hounded beach and surf,

Wind torn and wet, came paintings, many, of beauty,

Time well spent.

3/24

Drove yesterday in the cooling day to the beach,

To stay with friends, to paint, to talk, to eat,

To be with

In a house comfortable and filled with beauty.

To a day spent enjoying these and the work

That was done.

3/22

Warm these days, an old friend calls,

Her husband's leg is bad, will need a new knee.

He is distraught.

She wanted to talk it over, okay but, so we agreed:

Kick'm in the butt, get over it, get it done, could be

Worse. I know.

3/19

Home a few days now, revel in the soft air,

As the sun lowers into an evening

Cool, not warm.

It is beautiful here and much to like, yet

Even as I remap the labyrinth, think how to

Place it elsewhere.

3/15

Tired from lack of sleep, lack of center.

Tired of not having that peace of home

That was us.

Tired of traveling, of keeping moving

Tired of being a-kilter, think time is here

To move less.

3/13

Am I getting used to be ing one alone? No,

Not really but in this time, it is my lot. Just

What it is.

Along with knowing that this time is lonely,

Is knowing no one has my back while I learn

To go alone.

It is what it is and certainly sadness sits

With me more often these days then when

Time was us.

3/9

A day spent in the quiet of friends' home

Napping to the soft sound of rain, painting, still

look for rest.

A day spent mostly alone in the soft air

Of a Florida town in late winter, a needed

Time of solace.

3/7

Palm trees have always been the same to me,

Fronds whispering as the air moves through,

A simple thing.

Simple, as many things seem and are not, be it

Trees, love, grief, seeing with new eyes is to

See them differently.

3/3

Stayed put this soft gray day as storms raged south,

Stayed put in a quiet extra day, painting, puttering but

Packed, leave tomorrow.

3/2

Sun sets as I sit in the cooling evening,

while birds trill in treetops and lambs bleat.

Spring is nearing.

3/1

I will live again with roses ranging over rooftops.

Tonight the beautiful voice of Eliza Gilkyson

Lilts through me.