Second Sunrise

Each morning you are beside me I awake to a second sunrise The first floods from the window The second shines through your eyes SW 11/2016 (I wrote this piece in November 2016 but painted the watercolour to accompany it a year ago in March 2017)

Like a frog on a lily pad

I’ve been taking a mindfulness class and doing a lot of meditation lately. I told my fiancé that when we meditate I feel like a frog on a lily pad. I get distracted by my thoughts that come wizzing by like flies and some times, like a frog, I latch onto those thoughts. Meditation is…