Today I was driving home from work and:
Sanctuary
This is where I sit and breathe in the foggy air coming in from the Pacific. My sea green bungalow, a haven from what matters not.
Ranunculus Heaven
What if heaven
is a field of endless flowers?
Where we could spend an hour,
or a day,
and if not—
then an eternity—
the blink of an eye.
Saint Patrick
May brooks and trees and singing hills join in the chorus too, and every gentle wind that blows send happiness to you.
—Irish blessing
Oakland, California
A New Home
I like to take the long way—
through the garden.
Oakland, California