Dare To Take The Less Traveled Road


Cades Cove, Great Smoky Mountains, Tennessee, USA

Go ahead, dare to take that less traveled road! Sure, it will have bumps, pot holes, and muddy spots. Of course, you will want to turn around and run for the other path. But, that road less traveled? It is as unique as you, and there is nothing wrong with that. So, dream that dream. Own that journey. Make that path your own.

Happy motivated Monday.

Much Love


*With love to the great Robert Frost


Dear Summer


Please stop being so delightful.

For I must be insightful.

The sparkle of the river

draws me ever nearer.

That long walk in the woods

takes me away from my writing goals but good.

Warm sunshine.

Long days on which to outside dine.

But alas I need to write.

To keep my publishing dreams in site.

So summer you can keep it up.

But, I will continue to fill my scribe cup!


I Cry Tears For Manchester


Our babies are gone.

Yes, they were ours, even though we didn’t know them.

The ones to carry on, taken from us.

Our future, our pride, and our joy.

Stolen from us in one horrible minute.

One chance, one decision of doom.

I cry tears for the families of these precious young ones.

I cry tears for a heart so lost that it could justify this act.

I am in pain for us all.

We must learn all there is to know of love.

A love to rise up and keep us going.

Yes, our babies are gone.

Will we honor their memory by doing better?

It’s the gift we can give them.

It’s the love we can show Manchester.



The Beauty Of Listening To Another



I was thinking about this poem today and wanted to share it. I first heard this poem about fifteen years ago. It still touches my heart to this day.  PLEASE NOTE: THIS IS NOT MY POEM. I DIDN’T WRITE THIS.  This poem is by John Fox.

When Someone Deeply Listens To You
by John Fox

When someone deeply listens to you
it is like holding out a dented cup
you’ve had since childhood
and watching it fill up with
cold, fresh water.

When it balances on top of the brim,
you are understood.
When it overflows and touches your skin,
you are loved.

When someone deeply listens to you
the room where you stay
starts a new life
and the place where you wrote
your first poem
begins to glow in your mind’s eye.
It is as if gold has been discovered.

When someone deeply listens to you
your barefeet are on the earth
and a beloved land that seemed distant
is now at home within you.

So, I think this poem is lovely and so very true.

Much Love,


Of Days, Weeks, and Years


Brushing by me.

Some a soft breeze.

Some with hurricane force winds.

But these days, weeks, and years

they are mine.

My memories that cascade upon me.

Deep feelings.

Strong goals.

The dear ones who have shared my days, weeks, and years.

Cherished times.

Bright beings who have lit up my path.

Yes, these days, weeks, and years continue…but I won’t forget the memories in the rear view mirror.

The things that make me who I am.

I will trust them to shape and mold me.

Absolutely, these days weeks and years go on.

And I gladly follow where they lead!



Sweet little mountain town.

Your beat drums loudly in our hearts.

Perched like a rose by the Great Mountains.

Bruised you are.

Hurt by the flames.

You will blossom and shine again.

Charming little flower.

You are in our hearts and prayers.


*Dedicated to the good people of Gatlinburg TN, USA who have just been through a devastating wild fire. A darling little town, who would have ever imagined this happening to this lovely place. We stand with you!


I’m Satisfied On This Saturday…



Family, friends and fur babies surround me with love.

I hope they feel the same from me.

The warmth of this late October day comforts me.

My walk to the river soothes me.

The river gleams in the afternoon sun.

Geese dot the river,

their fluffy fannies in the air as they look for treasures on the river bed.

I sigh and give thanks to the One who made me.

I’m satisfied on this Saturday.

Life is a joy!