Doors lead to doors I only enter with trepidation what’s in store behind the door Hope is my pray’r. I am not a seer I could not count all the costs but I am fairly sure choices have consequences some come soon others later. I am afraid to open a door yet, even ifContinue reading “DOORS”


I am out of words to say. My pen is poised in mid-air, with no angst or delighted surprise to push it to write. I am coasting in the calm waters of everyday, rocked only mostly by some fussy child or chores left undone. Sometimes, boredom sets in and that agitates my sails a bit.Continue reading “A LITTLE MID-LIFE MEDITATION”