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Often we struggle to communicate
without understanding... YES we
listen, but fail to hear one another.
Playing the arrogance game of who
is right or wrong, failing to concede
our position out of boastful pride.
We starve ourselves attempting to
get it accurate, when the process
is simple. Be open and honest,
concede your position now and
then and always listen instantly.
Leaves morph into
a colorful myriad of
rainbow-like brilliant
From afar we are so
overwhelmed by the
beauty of raw nature
Painted, drawn or
photographed the
occular muscle is in
heightened awareness.
Drink it in as you are
a witness to one of
Gods many wonders.
Always a Season to
remember, always a
Season to be revered.
My favorite Season of all is the Fall... hands down.
I thirst for
so I eternally
drink it in.
Longing for my second home
that native land of true patriots
vast her glowing heart and
teaming with pride

You are family to me as my
heart connects with yours
We have created memories
and shared life long dreams

Never too far away the MAPLE
DISTANCE replenishes my soul
and recharge that inner battery
lifting me back up to peace

Family, friends and food
home, health and happiness
combine to spread love
over the bridge of life.
Miss you Canada
 Jun 2017 True Passion
Hope White
I didn't even ask
To be your sun
Or your moon.

All I wanted
was to be
Your Sunday afternoons.

How many empty calendars spaces
I wasted,
Waiting for you.
 Jun 2017 True Passion
I see you there
suspended for a time
between the shadow
and the light.

You look pale
but peaceful,
in a dream state.

I rest awhile,
a shallow sleep,

then I awake


without words
my mind whispers

it’s time

I gently wipe your lips,
brush a stray hair
from your forehead.
It’s all I know to do.

Then I sing
a cherished lullaby
hoping you hear me
hoping it wraps you in love
as my arms wrapped
around you
as a child.

I hold your hand,
kiss your forehead.
In that instant I see
and feel all you’ve been
all that is you

tiny wrinkled infant
delightful, smiling six-month old
curious toddler
proud school age
struggling teen
loving adult

we're losing all of these,
all that you've been
all that is you


I feel your spirit leave…

for that brief moment
I’m overcome with a calm
I can’t describe.

A gift rare and precious –

as I was there
when you entered the world
I was with you
when you left.

"The butterfly counts not months but moments and has time enough."  
Rabinadrath Tagore
We lost our son to a brain tumor. He fought bravely and determinedly for seven years, enduring two surgeries, radiation, Gamma knife "surgery", chemotherapy and clinical trials. He never lost his sunny smile or determination. He only let go when he knew it was time, slipping into unconsciousness shortly after his two brothers (his best friends) arrived to say goodbye. He remained in that suspended state for two days. On the third day the four of us gathered for dinner and shared thoughts about him and our life with him. We cried, we laughed, we shared memories. Later that night he let go. I will always believe, being the caring and generous person he was, that he heard us talking and knew that, as hard as it would be, we would be okay.
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