I always wonder what inspires other people. One person’s inspiration may come from reading a book, poem, or even coming across a quote. Another may be inspired by music, the sound of children’s laughter or silence that encourages reflective thinking. No two people are inspired in quite the same way – it is as unique as the sound of your laughter. Different things inspire me on different days… for now, I remain aroused by the beauty and newness of beginnings. Flowers and new blooms.

The petals of my soul burst forth in bloom, for there is no other meaning to a flower than to show its sunshine. What would it look like if we felt that way, letting go, seeing where our heart may flower? Predictable and true, right where you stand, or another garden of life, far and away from where you stand.

You are so beautiful. Can't you see?

In that place of love
The one perceived
It matters not, what you believe
The story fits in a layer of truth
In the pages of strength, to give and receive.
And then

I have to wonder

Why logic is no answer for passion and all the while
I wrap my heart with a ribbon of desire.
Beauty can never be judged objectively, although
Everything has beauty, but, not everyone can see it.

All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.

The Naming of Cats

The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn’t just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.

TS Elliot