Yes, I Even Write Poetry about Insomnia

Bet you’ll never guess when I wrote this beaut!

(Hint: It begins with a three and ends with an a.m.)

If you find something inspirational in this poem—thus justifying its placement in a blog dedicated to celebrating life’s little blessings—please let me know quick! I’m going to need some good excuses. :D

Rotisserie Chicken

When one reaches

a certain age,

sleep slides

from effortless

to effort.

Instead of nesting in

for the night,

one becomes like a bird

on a spit—

rotating regularly,

not to become well done,

but to keep the aches

from doing one in.

Spinning round and round and round!
Photo source: AARP.org 

I Have His Dream Too

Martin Luther King Jr. at the March on Washington.
Photo source: History.com

While listening to NPR Saturday morning, I heard excerpts from Martin Luther King Jr.’s “I Have a Dream” speech given at the March on Washington on August 28, 1963.

Once again, I was moved.

Again, I was moved to tears.

Again, the godly power of his message resonated in my heart.

Yes, we can let the freedom of love for one another ring in our hearts. We can be free at last from the chains of imposing unjust judgments on others, from standing on the I’m-better-than-you Rameumptum.

We can be brother and sisters, one family, God’s family.

Would you like to listen to Dr. King’s speech? Go here.

On Saying "I'm Sorry"

What was more powerful than an thousand sermons? To find out, read this article I edited for this month's issue of the Ensign.

"My Dad's Apology" 

Remember vinyl records? If not, you are still young!
This illustration is from the article.

Gathering My Second Wind

Life sometimes leaves me out of breath, gasping for peace.

To gather my second wind, I laugh, notice nature, recognize God's blessings, and welcome the Holy Spirit’s warm caress.

Here, I share prose and poetry celebrating these gentle breezes. I hope they will lend you breath as well.

Albion Basin in Brighton, Utah.
One of my favorite places to gather my second wind.