Beyond the Edge

I sit with a steaming mug of Kona coffee on the north-facing lanai, the aroma rich and earthy, anchoring me to the present moment. The clouds tumble and scatter, parading across the sky, chased by unseen winds. Their shifting shades of gray and white create a restless backdrop, but through them, a deeper stillness isContinue reading “Beyond the Edge”

The Sadness of Empty Vines

Blackberries, salmonberries, thimbleberries, blackcaps, huckleberries—all once so abundant, now reduced to bare stems.I was struck by the sadness of the empty vines. The season of sweetness has passed, and what remains is absence.Where there were once small delights to pluck and savor, there are now only thorns, dry leaves, and the stark truth of change.Continue reading “The Sadness of Empty Vines”

Patricia’s Purple Poppies

Patricia’s purple poppies, standing tall, standing sure. Never floppy, never false, just beauty… pure. I catch them— as I turn the bend. My jaunty friend trotting ahead, morning light, earlybird flight… and suddenly— there they are again. This is my crying time. Quiet time. Safe from the eyes of strangers. When sorrow drops heavy, theyContinue reading “Patricia’s Purple Poppies”