Posted in Musings, Photography, Poetry, Soul Journal

Thoughts unleashed…

Color Captioned

Every day starts with a new thought. Today was no different.

The past few days I have woken to water views of The Atlantic. Her blue waves are far worse than mine. The first day we met, I settled into the sun breaking free from her horizon. The warmth cut the chill enough to sit on the deck chair and zen the morning away.

I suppose this morning is a warning that the carefree moments never last longer than a brisk wind’s cold slap to the face. She woke up wild. I woke, arms wrapped around a blanket, hot mug in hand, giving thanks for her hospitality the past week. And for a relationship that has just begun.

Posted in Photography, Poetry

Seasons Turned

Summer Harvest 2020
Autumn revolution 
a winter's rest acquired
summers canned in quarts

sun plunges lower
raised beds spent, tilled and laden
dirtied nails now clean

evening saucy feasts
tempting rainbows mid-winter
the promise of Spring
Posted in Art

Hurricane Winds in the City

Hurricane Winds in the City

My first time painting in a long while. It felt really good. Soul refreshing. I had to pack up my paints as the sun was setting and the mosquitoes were biting. Tomorrow perhaps. I won’t wait two years again. Praying for rain here in Massachusetts.

Posted in Musings, Photography, Poetry

Unbridled Hope

Linger longer, your storm is stronger. Cast your spell and wear it well. Smile a little wider and breathe the air.

I was digging in the sand with an old metal child’s toy. A shiny new, red-handled, plastic shovel just wouldn’t do. I intended to find treasure and wanted nothing less than rare gems.

The first scoop was fine sieved rock that had been beaten down. Once shell homes, they lay waste to unscrupulous waves. The second scoop was nothing more.

As the sun beat down upon my neck, I could not give up. I grabbed the metal shovel, scooped another bucket full, and behold a pearl appeared.

As I sat on the ocean’s edge, the shovel’s rust mixed with the salty tears and orange ran down the castle moat. And in my hand was the world’s irritants made new. A testament to belief and faith that troubles weary you in the search. At the end, fortitude rewards the heart.

Posted in Poetry

Aren’t we having fun? —Michael33

The coffee didn’t brew
The shower didn’t run
The room…too cold for you
Aren’t we having fun?

Laid out clothes never again to be worn
Cats basking in the morning sun
I’m reminiscing of days since I was born.
Aren’t we having fun?

No sounds of pickin’ guitar
Or TV showing the political run
I pray he hasn’t gone too far
Aren’t we having fun?

No pain to feel
No meds on the tongue
I keep thinking this can’t be real
Aren’t we having fun?

A warm embrace and kiss on the face
In final moments with the one
That I can still hear echoes of his voice saying…Aren’t we having fun?

It is with great sadness that I share the passing from this life to the next of Michael33, my daddy. Thank you for following his poetry blog. I hope it gave you as much joy as it did our family.

A final Namaste,

On behalf of Michael33

WordPress will forever be at a loss to lose Michael33. His words were beautiful and captured life. But now his soul ventures on…

Life is too bitter when the sweet departs our eyes. All our love Michael33, Jeanne 💔


It was less than a month ago I learned Michael33, who would leave kind notes on a few of my poems, was dying. And I learned he kept a journal of his ordeal Here. The journal starts in 2015. What? Oh, how did I miss this!! The only good that came of not knowing, is being oblivious and spared the five grueling years he suffered. What a spirit he had to fight until the bitter end!

I am eternally grateful I had one last conversation with Michael33 before his voice became the wind. And I will forever treasure his last note to me.

“Good morning Jeanne. Oh my goodness… now your words have brought me to join you in the tears. What a beautiful thing for me to read this morning. It has gotten so difficult for me to write and for you to share your thoughtful, caring words with me this way is just a most beautiful way to start my day. I’m so glad you are here to lift my spirits. There’s not a lot in this world that lifts my spirits more than discovering a kind and caring spirit sharing her thoughts and words with me. Thank you so very much for your prayers and sharing my poetry with your readers. I am both honored and humbled. You have accomplished a difficult task early this morning by placing a smile upon the face of someone whose hope is fading… thank you for shining your light so brightly.

A most beautiful day to you Jeanne and again… thank you!”