Thursday, July 31, 2014


More was done around the house today,
I seem to be acquiring a fixer-upper fella,
Good for now.

Dinner here with friends, like cooking
having folks around this table. Miss you too.
Read something today 

Staying  too still, become an artifact of oneself.
Sometimes moving forward, as a manta-ray must, 
The better choice.

Wednesday, July 30, 2014


Pony penning day on the island, went with
A ‘Teaguer in the evening to
See the ponies,

Eat fried foods and enjoy the carnival.
Ponies were surrounded by crowds
Finding simple pleasure

In watching them. People, watching 
Ponies - though perhaps the reverse also
Is true....nah. 

Tuesday, July 29, 2014


Perhaps considering making a new step
Is coming to be acceptable, no longer
Quite so frightening

Or scary in a different way, or  perhaps
Even alone, I am becoming stronger,
Perhaps I can.

Monday, July 28, 2014


What did I do this day? Read,
Write and let my thoughts mull
Where they will.

What did I discover through all that?
I’m ok with getting here fixed and me
Closer to considering

Possibilities, of being able to move on,
Not because I need to run; but, maybe because
I want to.

Sunday, July 27, 2014


Woke to a soft rain, then day spent alone,
Mowing, cleaning, thinking about
Meaning and values,

Mine now, now that you aren’t here. 
Ours depended on being together, only, 
I am alone 

Now, walking the labyrinth in the summer
Dusk - what do I value now and where 
Will that lead.


Not feeling well enough to drive, so
Will not have new paintings in the gallery
Fine with that.

Saturday, July 26, 2014


Paint through the day between errands,
Decks are done, pool finally is clear,
Enjoy quiet evening.

The house slowly is getting done,
The upkeep list is long, I tackle it
Bit by bit.

Friday, July 25, 2014


A day of rest and quiet, paint some,
walk with dogs, take tea,
Nap with cat.

Dinner with a friend, errand for supplies,
Need to fix some battens on the workshop,
Time for sleep.

Thursday, July 24, 2014


Thunderstorms last night, little sleep,
A soft wet day for doing inside and
So I painted.

Back to some block-ins and go-ons,
A day spent working in the studio,
Working for myself

On ideas that intrigue me and if these
Go on to grace another’s walls, good.
If not? Fine.

Wednesday, July 23, 2014


When I look around here, first I see:

Where you were in this beautiful place
Where we lived.

But it is no longer that, only where
I live, alone, and although the neighbors
Are so good

They are not you, and not as fulfilling
As I need. It is time to contemplate
Life for me.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014


A week away. It is good, suppose, to be back
Here where we lived. Fine to see Austin and the
Lovely hill country.

Can feel a seismic shift occurring around
A friend’s changes and thoughts of
My own coming,

Opening onto possibilities. Some to lean into, 
Yearning, hopeful. Others still bring sorrow 
For chances gone.

Monday, July 21, 2014


My thought all those years ago about this 
Mountain town were good. 
It is sweet.

A morning spent talking to an artist, 
Wandering through studios and
Finding good coffee.

With any place I go these days
I peer about, wondering could I live
Here? Perhaps so.

Sunday, July 20, 2014


Driving across Tennessee, never been here.
The mountains are wonderful, by evening
We’re in Asheville.

Saturday, July 19, 2014


Driving through new country, something
I like to do now, you know, I miss you,
Always miss you.

Friday, July 18, 2014


Was I helpful today to my friend, not really.
Hung over and riding shotgun, sometimes
That is enough.

Thursday, July 17, 2014


This hill country is spare and bone through
As beautiful as I was hoping and I am
Glad being here.

Wednesday, July 16, 2014


I have always been good at helping. Friends, 
Family, others. I ask where am I needed to
Anyone but me.

Tuesday, July 15, 2014


I am glad to be here helping a friend
Glad to see a new area, and glad it isn’t  a
Place I’d choose.

Monday, July 14, 2014


Spent a quiet day ensconced in a friend's place
Enjoying the space and the time, oh, oh, oh,
All the time.

To read a lot and draw a little
To rest quietly throughout the hours,
Before taking leave.

Sunday, July 13, 2014


Courage comes from facing fears 
And finding a way through. Simplicity allows 
For more clarity. 

Recognize both the burdens and the benefits
And give thanks for the joy, wisdom, pain and 
Beauty they bring.

Share life.

Saturday, July 12, 2014


Give your commitment 
To what you love and follow
It with dedication.

Give love with caring 
And responsibility and expect 
The same back. 

Give consideration in the small things
As well as the great and all these
Will enrich life.

Friday, July 11, 2014


I am alone now, learning to accept and, when
Loneliness stays away, to embrace it. I have had 
Love, life shared

With a good man, had the best. There will be other 
Bests. Perhaps not such a love again, but good things 
None the less. 

I would be in a place where beauty surrounds all 
And is welcoming. A place where I can paint, have 
Friends, family near.

Thursday, July 10, 2014


Life is a craft we practice, 
Discipline the foundation that 
Lets us excel.

In dealing with others, with oneself, be honest.
To those most dear, show love and treat
All with integrity,

Be patient, be tolerant of others. With them 
Learn and appreciate the arts, literature, music, 
Sports and travel. 

Wednesday, July 9, 2014


I love you, my dear, and will always,
I love you, and will always, wondering 
What would've been. 

I love you for all the love you gave, will always.
I love you for all days to come, will always, what
We would’ve shared.

I love you for the grace I carry from you,
I love you for all days forward,  will always, carry, 
You with love.

Tuesday, July 8, 2014


Being here, as suns set, letting thoughts
Of the last dozens plus hours seep through 
Mind and soul.

Seeping indeed, a slow, quiet  drip-drip,
So ever insistent, so needing acknowledgment
Where it flows,

And like water moving where it will, what
It erodes and what it opens is sometimes
Hard to determine.

Monday, July 7, 2014


Warmer today and I have putzed about 
Working on projects inside, and waiting
Again on others. 

Never caught up w/ friends, the painter
Never caught up with me. Miscommunication 
throughout the day

Mulling this and yesterday's revelation of how I 
Worry over others at my expense. Time to care for
What I need.

Sunday, July 6, 2014


Worked the morning painting decks, 
Allowing to rise the good in this house beyond
My petty despairs.

By early afternoon had shifted into a better place. 
Not a great place but enough of a place to slip
In some gratitude.

Saturday, July 5, 2014


Rode with friends, a horse not used much, 
Barn sour, got dumped. I felt a duty to another
A newer rider,

Why? A tendency to assume obligation where
Now I need not. Indeed, as here, I have little
Status or position.

Indeed, I came a cropper totally and who cares
For me? No one truly. Still, managed to 
Enjoy fireworks later.

Friday, July 4, 2014


Wake to rain and winds as the first hurricane
Of the seasons slips north east of here.
Enjoy the quiet morning

While listening to a story of caregiving
For one’s love who no longer knows you
Because of dementia. 

A fate Jack will never face, a small kindness. 
As for me? Who knows, meanwhile the day’s
Weather is delightful. 

Thursday, July 3, 2014


These days I have spread through the house 
More. Which, as I allow,  does show me things
So needing attention, 

Four years of, basically, neglect. I hadn’t the will
Or strength to do more than care.  Still care, now
Have some strength.

Will need it as I finally accede to all 
Aspects of this is my life now, and of it, all ,
Deserves kind consideration.

Wednesday, July 2, 2014


Hot, hot, today with humidity high,
The go-go’s and I hunkered in the cool
Of the house,

As I putter through paperwork, content 
Doing so, in spite of the grief I hold which
Wishes mostly otherwise.

It is easier to go along with that but
I feel, and believe you would wish, another
Otherwise for me.

Tuesday, July 1, 2014


A tree trunk’s width of time passing,
The sun’s path setting as it wanders
Across the horizon

One journey, another streams east to west
Another day in time with sweat, aching muscles
Moving through dawn 

To dusk, with all going wrong early on  
Finally smoothing to good by evening with
A welcomed tired.