12/31

Lobster again, simply boiled with butter, family,
A dear friend, prosecco to toast, finally, her success,
The new year.

12/29

A magic evening watching a friend’s dream evolve 
In front of us, her words spoken on the venerable
Old P’town stage.

And this swirl of sweetness carried us blind 
Through snow, tough driving, lifted by the success of 
This dear friend.

12/25

These days spent with family, among the many, for whom 
Life is just normal, among the few, widowed but here,
Grateful for all.

12/18

Listening to a message left by a friend, letting me know of two

Who are in hospital but doing well. As were you this same day 

three years ago.

12/16

In the serene lobby of a small Boston hotel, meet friends
For dinner, for music, for the incomparable Leonard Cohen.
Seated on high

In his tower of song, enveloped in his words and voice and sound,
An honored evening for gratitude and thankfulness. We are
Seated on high.

12/14

Up early with the car loaded, the dogs in the back, a good friend
Riding shotgun we head north, comfortable, chatting, enjoying the
Sense of adventure.

12/11

These days coming back here is an exercise in being there.
Being there with the dogs and the time my own,
Just being there.

12/10

Drive home from helping a friend take her show down. Am tired.
And will be turning around to return in a few days. This season days
Are too short. 

12/7

Spent the morning with another, who was looking
For other than me. Went...why? Curious. But little else
Nice enough person

Spent the afternoon neatening my house, better use,
To be on my own. My own, mine, I willingly learn
To own alone.

To allow the time past is a breath of heartbreak lengthened 
Through hurt to hallowed moments serene, to walk the field paths
Under the sunset.

12/6

The dogs spend the day a their spa, beauty and 
Good smells will be theirs as I miss then underfoot
Dinner with Faith

12/5

Met a friend, we are in a new gallery
Another place to show my work
Hope it’s good

12/4

These last few days I have ridden with friends, each day
A different horse, good to be with others a few hours
In each day

It seems i have not been alone here more than a few days yet,
Though that isn’t true, I feel I’m moving on shifty sand, still trying
to find stability

Find contentment within these walls and within myself
Find taking time to do this good, and find time to ride
Josh, Bourbon, Blue.