Dreamscape

I can go here in my mind any time and visit
with my husband, my grandmother, my mother, my own childhood,
the seagulls and shells, and my wild spirit.
Cares and worries wash out to sea.
And quite thoughts and dreams come and visit.
I let them join me on my beach blanket, and we
have a peaceful conversation.
 Each memory a treasure, each new chance a revelation.

Ready to Write it Out

There are all kinds of words
bumping into each other and swirling around in my brain.
I feel something is dropping into place though
and they are almost ready to come out
almost ready to line up
in straight rows and outlines
and make some damn sense
not quite ready but almost.

Not always what you think...

Sometimes the best way to move forward
is to stop, close your eyes
and nap a bit. To Recharge and
Perchance to dream.

Losing your way

Sometimes I just want to get lost 
in my thoughts
in the woods
in the big wide world. 
Being lost and then getting found.
Very satisfying.