A Heart That is Broken



A heart that is broken

is still a heart.

A heart in pieces

needs the glue of love

and understanding to

put it back together.

A heart that is hurting

needs patience

not judgement.

A heart that is lost

needs the compass of

compassion to lead the way.


As It Takes Wings


Give it wings,
this anxiety.
Send it away,
order it out!
Set it free,
this resentment.
Banish it from your brain.
Just let it go
Give it no more time and energy.
As it takes wings,
soar yourself!
Fly to your happy place,
and stay.
Be you,
despite what anyone says.
As it takes wings,
give into the journey.
As it vanishes,
smile and turn your back…never look at it again!

What Is The Cost?


For a dream unanswered.
A good thought unrealized.
The fleeting wisp of an idea.
Blowing by you in the night.
That whisper in your ear.
Go for it.
I can’t because…
Silence the inner critic.
Send it away!
The small step.
The move forward.
Even if it inches backward.
You trip and fall.
Move forward again.
And again.
Break the spirit of the inner critic.
And soar.
Peer up over that hill.
To the dream reality.

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,