Simple moments, that come without expectation, and root within  painting the heart a deeper color red. Something noticed which is usually overlooked, a flower growing in the sidewalk crack, the changing season, the evening song that sings one to…

     When we find a place that calls our name like poetry where the lines become arrows piercing our very being. Where doubt cannot come, and freedom to be who we extend us a hand as if to say, "Come…

    Carry the tub outside. Under my arm, I will hold the champagne. Along the way wildflowers gathered, tossing them in the tub. Oh, those wisps of delight. Fill the tub with the garden hose  Gunna, let it overflow…