Only The Heart Tells…. — Confessions The hand writes what the heart desires The mind has no control Pen to paper words are written as confession I am told Within ourselves the truth is hidden Waiting to be free Desires, hopes, dreams and wishes- Calling out to thee… Your Words So much I want to…

Ode to summer — Dear summer, I really want to embrace you, I do, to lay in your oh so warm sun, gently caressed by the ocean breeze. I want to celebrate you, picnic style, with fresh lemonade, while dancing in the rain. …

The day had been long with still much to do And I was feeling out of sorts A little blue He asked, if had I fifty cents, mere pocket change, This man with no mask, and I… the same I paused in reflection just having stepped out of the car …

What began as a woe is me rant, a pity party ensuing from a long, tenacious week of adulting through what seemed like a cornucopia of WTF moments — starting with a fourth degree burn — instead turned into a much-needed reality check about something I have always known. But…

Morning Reflections — Creativity Is the love within your soul Inspiring you