Happy Sunday! The Aliens seem to have landed this morning, There is renewed hope of having adequate sleep even though flyer saucers linger carrying tracers of what was a favorite religious organization for children to track me in my house, I rewrite the conscripts of my poem, for the painting of the SEA I painted long ago. The Sea speaks,’ “My waves are stretched like arms to surround you
I carry kindness and love contagiously in motion to the shore.
Help me to speak to the expressions of truth, commitment and judgement,
as I attempt to leave a mark on this land, the country, and its communities in the tide pools of tranquility. I resign reaching my branches above the deep rich sand, Resting.”
‘The Sea Speaks’ sold
