Inclusiveness is the only way we can ever be whole.

I’d like to get better at being in the moment, truly living, absorbing, feeling, whatever it is that I’m doing. Being more mindful, overall.

It’s time to transition from the frenzy of getting everything done to the fullness of seasonal reflections.

An instant haiku inspired by a cat and an old Mexican proverb.

Reinforcing my benign neglect this year, the greenery of Glover Gardens has gifted us with unexpected late-November blooms.

A gorgeous, fiery sun merging with the horizon while it generously backlit the clouds and turned the evening sky into a work of art deserving of a haiku.

A beautiful Mississippi sunset deserves a haiku.

Even the most mundane things can be magic when you love to travel, like wet streets and traffic a chilly, rainy evening in Aberdeen.

A footprint, a feather and a leaf, about to be swept away. Remembering my brother in a haiku.

Hummingbirds work hard. They do what needs to be done.

A not-Cajun sandwich on a flight from Paris to London.

Haiku born of people-watching at a nightclub.

treehouse afternoonsendless summer daydreaming ~limitless future

A person could love Weetabix in that way you love the familiar, the comforting, the stuff of childhood, the stuff your mother made you eat until you forgot your first reaction to it and it became a welcome part of your everyday life and then later, the fabric of childhood memories and the feeling that all that is right with the world.

Extraordinary architecture and skies in the La Defense section of Paris.

Haiku inspired by a coming storm in the Colorado Rockies.