Wandering Heart

I have won the lottery if one thinks that seeing beautiful places is worth more than all the money in the world. Opportunity and a little luck have combined with circumstance and I am wandering again.

Last week, Montana and Glacier Park. This week, Big Sur and Yosemite.

I am delirious.

My head is centered by home. But my heart, it is a wanderer.

Here are some pictures I took of Montana and Glacier, via Instagram. Which adds a bit to the dreaminess.

I am off to cash in more winnings to share with you soon.

Till then, I hope you find beauty along the road you travel.

“That’s why I have to go back

to so many places

there to find myself

and constantly examine myself

with no witness but the moon

and then whistle with joy,

ambling over rocks and clouds of earth,

with no task but to live,

with no family but the road.”

—-Pablo Neruda





Too Little

Great Sand Dunes


 Not enough, she said.


To watch the Pink Moon rise above

 Or walk barefoot through sand and

 Sense the cool and the heat

 Or taste the grit.

“A Bend of Mendano Creek”
Great Sand Dunes

 Too little, she said.


 To bask in the contrast

 Of colors and light and shadow

 And changing form too quick for the

 Pace of an eye.


 Insufficient, she said.


To venture to the crevices and rolls

 That always seem further than once thought

 And require a steady plod and rising pulse

 Simply to reach.

Great Sand Dunes

 Wanting, she said.


 To see the brave, strong sunflowers

 That manage with little encouragement

 And give life to another season and a favorable

 View of conditions.

“Rise and Fall”
Great Sand Dunes

 Incomplete, she said.


 Far more of the ordinary odyssey of

 Extraordinary perspectives that dare tease

 And remind to be wary and mindful and

 Drink the world in. 


Great Sand Dunes


 In advance, she said.


 Of that which vanishes.


Great Sand Dunes


These pictures were taken at Great Sand Dunes National Park and Preserve near Alamosa, Colorado.  The dunes are the tallest in North America and cover 330 square miles against the backdrop of the rugged Sangre de Cristo Mountains.  Estimates of their age vary from 12,000 years to over a million years. 

And We Say

 We, Angels and Mortals, Believers and Non-Believers,
Look heavenward and speak the word aloud.
Peace. We look at our world and speak the word aloud.
Peace. We look at each other, then into ourselves
And we say without shyness or apology or hesitation.

Peace, My Brother.

Peace, My Sister.

Peace, My Soul.


Excerpted from  “Amazing Peace” by Maya Angelou