I wrote this poem in mid-May 1977 as I sat on a stone bench at the Self Realization Fellowship Lake Shrine in Pacific Palisades. Fortunately, it survived the fires of January 2025, but back to my story… Sitting on the…
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Reflections of My Heart: Silver Birch
In 1983, after years of walking with a sound imprinted on my mind, a sound that only I heard, I wrote this poem. Again, the clanking of the steel clasp against its brace, beating on it, over and over. With…
Reflections of My Heart: Showers
In 1985, at the end of a long day, I wrote this poem as that long day settled into dusk. I had been searching for calm and balance my whole life, and in the hours before me, I prayed and…
Reflections of My Heart: Shimmering Solitude
I wrote this poem in the summer of 1983. A few miles’ drive from my house, I sat down on a bench, alone. I needed time for myself. Looking and wondering, I waited for a bit, surrounded by swings and…
Reflections of My Heart: Seasons
It was the winter of 1983—the coldest one ever. Then spring and summer came and went. And through the seasons, extreme sadness gripped me. Life would not give me a break. It kept throwing curve balls. One after another, they…
Reflections of My Heart: Richly Woven
I wrote this poem in 1982. I had flashbacks, then. Flashbacks of times past. Flashbacks of my first love. What it meant to me. Moments spent together. Moments that could never be forgotten. As I look back through time, I…
Reflections of My Heart: Remembering When
I wrote this poem in 1984. It was a chilly day with rain on the way. That Saturday, I wrapped myself in a soft blanket, filled with love and care. And I filled myself with a firm resolve to…
Reflections of My Heart: Reflections in a Waterfall
I look back on a spectacular California day in May 1993. Chris and I took a drive up to the San Gabriel Mountains. A moment in my life that I will never forget. You see, I didn’t travel much when…
Reflections of My Heart: Presence Where I Stand
It was May 1984. I wrote this poem because once again, I was in a 10 year conflict in my life. It felt as though they were trying to suck me under. No matter what I did to smile or…
Reflections of My Heart: Precious Moments
One morning in April 1987, I awoke to a magnificent Southern California spring day. The weather was perfect—72 degrees—not too hot and not too cold, just sunny and glorious. Outside my window, laurel sumac leaves danced freely in a breeze,…