My body loves to be fed

good tasting, local, fresh

food.  Fruits and vegetables

only hours out of the ground

or off the tree or bush.

I like to support the farmers

with my love, my caring and

it goes both ways, person to person.

Even if I don’t buy from them

that week because I’m already

stocked up, I send my

appreciative love from the time

I last stocked my cupboards–

with their honey, essential oil,

tomatoes–whatever it is I’m

hungry for that week.

I’m hanging onto the

freshness as long–or as

short! as I can.


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Opening My Heart

I open my heart

it’s scary

I feel vulnerable


but I am open

trusting myself

to handle it all.

I think my heart

will stay open

if I ask it to.

Otherwise it may

be too scared

to open fully

fearing the

dragon’s breath

of rage

now let loose

with the doors

wide open.










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Said hello

and goodbye

and in between

2 hours evaporated

into what seemed

like a few seconds.

Actually, timelessness.

There seemed no time


I was so totally engrossed

& involved in effortless


I found myself eloquently

fluent in my expression

of words and even more

so between the lines.

I tapped into a source

I couldn’t have broke

into before.

Somehow, I found

my way into and out

of my creative genius

without trying.  The

ideas and words just came

to me & no matter

how difficult the concept

initially seemed to

convey, I did it with

ease, rarely reaching

for a word I couldn’t



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OK Just as I am

I’m ok just as I am, huh?

That’s a weird, strange concept.

I always figured a little touch

up here & there wouldn’t hurt.

A small improvement in performance.

Increased horsepower or maybe

solar power these days.

I don’t need a make over?  hmm.

Maybe I’m not looking at

the same me others are.

When I talk to them I feel

a bit more ok when nothing’s

changed but our chat.

Can’t puff myself up

set up for deflation

by a pin wielding

Madman or woman?

What a concept.  OK as

I am. Hmm.  That

puts me out of a job!

I’ve been a constant


wanting to tap

my deepest potential.

I guess I can still do

that while not feeling

deficient in any way.

Constantly not liking my

paint job, looking for a

good deal to shine my

fenders & polish my brass.


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Walking Backwards

Walking backwards–the route–

not my body–produces awarenesses

you don’t as readily notice when

you trek your tried and true

favorite path.

They were all there before but

now you see & feel them in a new


You may even test yourself by

trying to follow your

intuitive knowingness of

where & which way to go.

I got so far out that I

wasn’t sure the way back

would be all that enjoyable

if I was tired & pushing

to get home.  Which has

happened before when I get

greedy and go beyond what

my body & inner sense is

telling me.  I just love it

so much.  And some days

I’m feeling really great & that

enjoyment is all the more


But today turned out fine.

And my inner knowingness

assured me it would give

me the energy to get back

with ease.  I love walking.








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I want to enter into &

merge with your feelings.

I want a connection, a bond

to form,  unlike any I’ve ever

had before.

Those were tentative.  The

back door was always open.

Ready to be dashed out of at any

moment.  For an escape

of commitment.

How injurious of myself

to hesitate, to risk entering

into a feeling partnership

with another–at least

initially–to form a

basis for a stronger bond.

I must be easy on myself,

not ever having bared that

vulnerable part of myself

much in my life.

‘Mistakes’ of fear & hiding

as so painful.  Much

more so than opening

I would think when I have

the courage to do it.

I’m ready to start

practicing.  Any other

way is just too painful

to run from.


Photography © Dennis Frates Photography









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In And Out

I like going out

and I like coming back.

Natural environments

are my habitat.

Just to visit, though.

For a short or longer time.

My civilized comforts

have almost spoiled

my “roughing it” outside


But it more than makes up

for the loss of

all comfort that comes

often, with a steep

price if we do not over-

come inertia-created

isolation & solitude


Purple chrysanthemum with yellow center.

Purple chrysanthemum with yellow center.

Photography © Dennis Frates Photography

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Help me find my own house

away from obnoxious neighbors.

Mostly, any neighbors.  Their dogs,

their smoking, loud, & inconsiderate


It’s not that I’m anti-social, I just like

my peace, and not have it disturbed.

There must be a way to have

a situation that fits my lifestyle,

my temperament and that I enjoy.

I don’t know, I may be ready for

a move.  I have a lot here that I

like.  Nowhere’s perfect, or is it,

and a way to be there available,

and ready to accept?


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The heart wants a voice

it’s often crying out to

deaf ears, too busy to stop

and let the heart respond.

It has all the answers, it

knows everything.  It’s

already done for us.

A pursuit and struggling

is unnecessary–just gets

in the way.

We fear sometimes taking

that next heart step.  It, the

being, wants to be “safe”, and

not be hurt, feel some pain

or intensity beyond one’s

capacity.  The heart will be

forever frustrated under those

circumstances to fulfill its needs.

Shriveling,  atrophy, occurs.  It

becomes weak from underuse.

It will never shine if repressed

continually, deferring to that

“majestic” mind that thinks–

literally “thinks”, it can run

things from above.

How mistaken it is.  How puffed

up and ego-shaken it tries to

perform its function to no avail

at the mastery of the heart to

know the way.

So a truce must be made and

called with the mind for equal

time and attention or it may

continue to dysfunction



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Love carries us over

coals of pain unnoticed

because of the feelings

of another & for another

override everything else.

Even the memory or awareness

of the loved one takes away

some of the uncomfortableness

of their absence.

So, however thin and

however tenuous that

connection is strained

to, it stays intact

ready to be fortified at

any time.

What we think is not

enough, is enough.

Being in the now

is better than

wishing for a glorious

dream way off

& far away.

So much kindness

is there for the reaching

to grab ahold of

& give a share to


We go through this

existence connected

no matter what

the distance or stress.



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