Mazatlan, Sinaloa, Mexico

Grandma and Grandpa joined us for a visit.

Surfs up.

You better watch out.

 We

Weathered in cold, rain and snow

Aged in the hot summer sun

Waiting to be reclaimed

We drift through joy and sorrow as one.

Our paint flecked off long ago,

Newness a fond memory

Cut down, worn, nailed through the heart

Then sanded smooth in new understanding

I’ve long had an affinity

For the provincial, rustic, yet firm

Helpmeet, partner, lover of mine

Did our love adapt, conform?

-HLC

Beach Yoga

Yoga with kids is nearly always an entertaining experience.  I love their creative ideas and movement.

Apache Junction, Lost Dutchman State Park, Arizona- Poetry

Simplicity

Not many things

Living Small

Life is good

We’ve really got it all.

We have each other

We have each day

Peace at our core,

Finding our way.

Creativity, Imagination,

Spontaneity, Meditation.

Hikes in the desert.

Feet in the ocean.

Sun on our faces,

Mindful motion.

I know deep within

I don’t need any “thing”.

Simply seek further light

And just practice being.

HLC

I AM 

As time passes by

A reality sets in.

The fear I once had of memories fading…  is happening.

Simple things that I never wanted to forget.

Like when you climbed up onto the kitchen table and ate an entire serving bowl full of pineapple.

Oh my sweet baby.  You earned your nickname “fruit bat”.

As these memories are getting further away from the surface I sense a distance.

A distance that stings me at the very core.

I want you baby.  I love you.  I wish I could hold you even if just for a moment.

And-  then I remember to come back to now.  Back to the moment.  

Live.  Breathe.  Be.

Elizabeth is printed on my heart, and there you always will stay-  And I will keep living, breathing, being.

I am strong.  I am a warrior.  

I live.

I breathe.

I AM.

HLC