When you feel all muddled up go into the forest and sit amongst the green
Let your eyes feat upon the beauty

Inhale the perfume of nature
Let the beauty and stillness of it calm you

Be at peace

The wind chimes are clanging outside the window
Making their own type of music

The wind is whipping through the trees at such a furious pace the large weeping willow outside is bending and swaying to its own dance
Branches moving like the conductor of an orchestra

The clouds have turned dark and menacing dropping lower to the ground
The sky is color changing to match

A storm and rain is on the horizon
Get ready

Memories slide in and out of the recesses of our mind

Like clouds lightly floating by
Some make us smile
Some make us frown
Some make us laugh out loud

Some seem so real it is as if we can touch them once again
They can take us to a comfortable and magical place

Memories

We all have a chance every day in how we will be with each other

We can be pleasant or not
We can bring light or darkness
A laugh or a frown

One of the most joyous things is to bring a smile to someone

It doesn't take much to do that

You never know when someone might bring one to you as well

Smile

I had been looking for you for a long time
When we found each other
I came  for you
Only you

You are my sun and moon
You are the entire universe

You are everything

What does it mean when we say we miss someone? Does it mean we miss them? Their presence? Their essence? Their look? Smile? Touch? Humor? Being around them? It means all those things and so much more

I am in the murky waters of life
The water is cold to the touch
Up to my knees
Hard to walk

The bottom feels like sand with dirt mixed in
I can see into the bottom
Small fish swim around my legs
They gently tickle me
Reminding me that they are there
and so am I

Together. Alive
We start to move in the same direction
I am no longer alone
I am with them

Together we find clearer water
It takes some time but we do
As the water clears it becomes warmer

As we continue to walk the bottom becomes white sand
Soft to the touch
The color of the water changes
It becomes a light blue

The fish swim away leaving me at a new place and path
With open, warm waters no longer murky