The Blog of dreamdancer

I love Adam my baby, my writer of poetry and prose, the holder of my heart.

I love Michael, my son, strong and bold who has suffered such pain with such grace.

I love Robert my son, the artist, who sees such beauty and with brush and canvas shares.

I love Kris, my daughter-in-law, sweet and true, an anchor for Robert, a mighty mite.

I love Jacob, my grandson, who reminds me of how sweet life can indeed be.

I love you Robert, husband and friend, though I have lost you or the you that I knew.

I love  Hoobie Cat who sits cleaning his paws, the king of all he surveys.

I love the rain that kisses the flowers and dances on my windowpane.

I love the sun that lights and gives warmth to my world.

I love the moon that is a beacon of light in the darkness.

I love the stars that when I look upon them seem to twinkle just for me.

I love the silence of the early morning hours when it is me in my aloneness.

I love a good book that takes me to far off places and gives me the gift of adventure

I love music, it transcends me in my own space and locks the TROUBLE out.

I love my job,  I love the doing, the keeping track, the trying to give full measure.

I love my home, it is my place of sanctuary from a troubling world.

I love the wisdom found in aging, but fight to keep the audacity of youth.

I love my friends who provide me with links to all the facets of me, giving me connectedness.

I love life I guess, all its mess, all its uncertainty.

I love the awakening each morning and knowing I can start again.

I love being me, how could I not, I have such gifts, I just need stop and look at the list.