Month: October 2021

My coffee and Joyce Hifler. “No regrets is a hard rule to practice. If something we have done wrong can be helped, we should make the effort. From there the plan should never include anything to regret. The main idea of not regretting is to forget the things about which we can do nothing.___Crying over… Continue reading Good Morning Sunshine! No Regrets?

There’s that sunshine out there! Good Morning! I may have one eye open! I woke up to the purring of Merlock, he was being very cute, positioning himself directly in front of my face, reaching out to me after I had petted him. Technically he is my daughter’s cat. She could not take him when… Continue reading Good Morning Sunshine! Comfort and Love.

I woke up to a cerulean blue sky, a wonderful, cloudless sky above tall maples that line the road in front of my home, they rise a bit higher because the land crests on that side of the hill. I am ready to write with black coffee, a small raspberry bar set under the Tiffany… Continue reading Good Morning Sunshine! Happy To Write!

There is a dream, I have dared to dream. To help many other through my writing and my art. “There is a dream I have dreamed so many times. It is a dream of rivers, all kinds of rivers, gentle, shallow, deep, turbulent, flooding, rocky, and always flowing.” I am drawn to rivers and the… Continue reading Good Morning Sunshine! There is a dream, I have dreamed.

Self doubt would only have me totally knackered, spent from over thinking which incapacitates the mind, body and spirit. Just a temporary hint of that seems scary because of the experience earlier in life. I never want to be in that position again! It took a while to get to where I am in a… Continue reading Good Morning Sunshine, Thoughts.

Starting out again? After you have lived a life? No, there is always more until we die. More to do, more to give, more to be___. I ask, “Who am I now, without him?” My answer? I am still the independent me I have always been with him. I think, “Two to be one, one… Continue reading Life After Tom.

Always together as one. I was with you, not sure of what was to happen. Ready to help, not knowing how. Listening carefully to your needs. Watching. Blocking, bracing my mind, paying attention institutionally. We had not been to this point before in “this position”. There are not instructions. Just a limbo land of waiting… Continue reading Prose, Our last Moments Together.

In memory of Thomas Nunes 9/28/2020, a poem by Pejj Nunes titled “The Pain of Love. The Pain Of Love. Caged, the heart holds no waking song of joy. The pulse has slowed, tho not gone. It carries on____. How can I express this? What is there to say? My quiet place is needed now,… Continue reading The Pain of love.

“Each And All” By Ralph Waldo Emerson Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown, Of thee from the hill-top looking down; The heifer that lows in the upland farm, Far-heard, lows not thine ear to charm; The sexton, tolling his bell at noon, Deems not that great Napoleon Stops his horse, and lists with… Continue reading Good Morning Sunshine! Each And All.

What pains the soul, and brings it down from lofty heights? It’s the death of his touch, his kiss upon my lips. His being there no matter what! (A part of me has gone.) One part of me wants to feel, another part of me is afraid to feel. I must, I want to honor… Continue reading Yet, Here I am___.