Cleaning my own house,
dusting the shelves of my mind.
Simplicity rules.
Giving from my Good
brings me the most happiness,
the greatest pleasure.
When friends give me things,
I see joy in their faces.
I welcome each gift.
I joyously give.
I happily receive too.
Circulation rules!
Happiness is not
a secret. It’s a given.
Be joyful, grateful.
What good is living
if in the rest of my days
I don’t live for good.
For satisfaction,
I need to pay more heed to
those last six letters.
In the face of rage,
I try to bring forth a smile,
ease off anger.
Three hundred and twelve
times seventeen equals lots
of hope and promise.
I trust a way will
be made when there is no way.
Spirit will prevail.
When one was scheduled
to transition long ago,
now is amazing.
Today I recall
those whose lives touched mine. They are
the faces of God.
I’ve many teachers,
most of them were unlikely,
still open for more.
Is it possible
that we did chose our parents?
Perhaps that is so.
The sanctuary
is closed so what can I do?
Comfort a neighbor.
I am happier,
peaceful, transformed. Not trying
to convince, just share.
Being happy takes
some skill. It is really not
just pie in the sky.
I live with intent.
This life is no accident.
My life begets life.
Thinking about how
richly blessed I am, happy
to be where I’m at.
I think this is true:
we all make a difference.
Which one’s up to us.
To my snow belt friends:
Be kind to one another,
treat yourself with care.
Some folks might tell you,
do something scary each day.
I say, no, thank you.
Never too much paint.
Just need a bigger canvas.
Grateful expansion.
Loving gratitude
for all of the little things
which happen each day.
I have no thoughts more
powerful than gratitude
and true wonderment.
Whosoever would
be named a poet must be
a reader as well.
If you’re going to
be stuck somewhere, might as well
be in happy dreams.
Opt for beautiful.
Spirit loves beautiful things.
I vote beautiful.
I don’t try much to
do big things. Many little
acts of good will do.
Simplicity rocks.
High tech is a bag of rocks.
An easy life rocks.
I smile when I look
In a mirror. Or I laugh.
I’m funny that way
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