How did it get to be September? Another summer is nearly gone and so many dreams have not been realized. As a dear friend said, “I am working on acceptance”. I know we all must do that: we need to trust that we are exactly where we are meant to be, not forgetting the infinite possibilities that exist in ourselves and in others but using the gifts we have now and taking joy in what we can do today.

I love to write out my thoughts; sometimes the writing takes the form of poetry and sometimes a list, but more often a virtual letter, one which will never be sent. I have a whole file of these now and I don’t know why i persist in doing it. Perhaps it is because I am so often filled with sadness when I encounter something beautiful that I see or hear. I want so much to share it and then have no one to share it with. I suppose that is my reason for writing and also a reason for trying to paint.

I am fascinated by the many reasons other artists have for writing or painting. Almost all of them are driven to their creative work and each handles the need in different ways; some by going public with shows and sales and some by stashing the work away in portfolios, making the art just for the joy of doing it. I am beginning to think the later approach maybe the best path for me to follow, at least for the time being, and so i may limit or eliminate my contributions to shows and competitions. To date  However the need to share persists. So here are two poems I wrote earlier this week, in lieu of being able to paint, and a list of Positive thoughts to end with. And, when the heart finally finds its way to song the brush will dance I’m sure.


“The Lifeline”


Hope, that thin frayed strand woven

From dreams and the creative imagination,

Twisted by time, mended by memories of

Love and friendship-true reaching out to you

Across a gulf so often rimed by tears

Tears with absolute separation.


Unable to hold against the ebb tide,

Unable to withstand a loss too great to understand,

Grief swells up from deep within

Strains every last resolve

Shatters reason and snaps.


The line

Slack now, stretches out with the receding tide

Tracing that lost friend

A love letter

In the sea wrack left behind.


 Morning breaks across the rocks,

A New Day dawning at its best.

With a glitter of sparkling diamond

The sea murmurs, whispers, mocks,

Stretches to the empty horizon

Inviting solitude for a Soul at rest


 But now a gentle breeze freshens,

Lights a smile of gratitude

On a face turned out to sea.

And she sits safely on the shore

Dreaming dreams of yet to be

-The lifeline held once more-


Sea Point

September 24, 2016

Rewritten August 31, 2016



“A Life Line”

(Or all but 20 years)


50 years is a lifetime

Of Trust

Of good times-not too many bad

Of happy times-not too many sad

Of being busy-or lazy-stay-a-bed

Of making things-or cleaning up

Of kindness

Of being one with you-

In love with you,

My Husband of 50 years



December 25, 1966-2016



And some Positive Thoughts to share-


Try to:

Accomplish some caring and constructive act each day

Align yourself with the positive

Live today as though it were the first and the last day of your life

Live each day as deliberately as Nature

Let compassion rule your heart

Take Joy in the new day

Bring happiness to all you do

Find a reason to smile

“Hush” your mind