I'm sitting at my computer deciding if I will begin a new blog post

or perhaps, just add some hand-written thoughts into my small black notebook.

Maybe a short poem.

Words, just to myself.

A bit scary 

even though I can close my book anytime

and no-one will read my jottings unless I say it's okay to do so.

I feel a deep sadness of loss

and I know that joy is within me too

nudging me to see all the wonders surrounding me.

The early morning light on the water at Willows beach

and listening to a man

who swims at least a 1/2 hour each morning

singing in the ocean.

I love my many garden plants 

that are collecting their seeds

to share with me.

 And Oliver,

the treasure that he is, 

nudging his soft cat-face into my neck.

I'm seeing the people who support me

and who love me just the way I am.

Three weeks ago saw a woman wearing a sweatshirt

that said: "I won't be remembered for being quiet".

In vain, I searched the internet to find one for myself

and then realized my wish is to be remembered for being kind

and quiet has nothing to do with that.

               "Turns out you can just buy a birthday cake anytime and eat it yourself. Nobody checks"