Blessings

So many memories.
Growing up with my grandchildren. Now we're all big. And we talk a lot.

All blessings.

The Autumn

I remember the sounds, the rustling. The colors too. It was long ago, when I was little in Philadelphia.

Sad

Why are they cutting down the Swedish forests?

Time

First February then May. Times goes on.

Paths

Sometimes things happen that take you away from where you're going.

Triangles

The triangles seem to be dancing, moving, every which way, up and down.

No need for control.

More Triangles

I started with one yellow triangle. Then came the others, all part of creation.

Connections

Way up there in our heads, we're alone, quiet, silent. But aren't we somehow connected?

Secrets

Secrets we tell each other. No one tells; no one knows. They're part of our selves.

Almost

Just outside of belonging.