"Why do you smile all the time?"

When I was 12 a nun asked me, "Why do you smile all the time?"

That is a question I asked myself often after that. At the time

I had no idea that I did smile all the time.

I began looking at other people and noticing that there are other

people that smile all the time. Something in their face smiles.

It may be their eyes, or their heart or the way they stand but it

and it is definitely a smile.

I am not sure why I was asked, "Why do you smile all the time?"

That smile was just a part of me.

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A Rolling Ride

A Rolling Ride

Is there any pattern here

anything predictible

any thing that is routine

Only love

Where is the comfort

where are the cookies and

milk

Where is the hug

and the reassurance that

things will get better

Only love

If I could just describe it

I would say it is a rolling ride

up hills and down

and I wonder who is the driver

Look at the hills of golden California

and you will see and feel it's a

rolling ride

I give my heart and soul

and my pensive thought

Only love

That's what it is

leaving everything you can

carry behind and take

Only love

It's a rolling ride

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Beachfront and the quilted sky

My beachfront and the quilted sky

My beachfront is in my living room

or on a mountain side or the middle

of a busy city

Easy to hear the ocean waves

and feel the sand between my toes

as I walk along

Occasionally the fog rolls in

It is like my quilted sky

under the covers

I look up and there it is

It is what I study

I know I can make this

I know what's in the middle

I know what's on the outside

I see the stitches that put it together

I want to be part of this

and it will always be a part of me

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