Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. Saturday, June 18, 2011. Sprinklers go on and off, not turned on by human hands. I watch from the window,. Mourn a summer not yet gone. Tiny birds travel about, low to the ground, enjoying the machinery. That has allowed them rain. They fly to and fro. I never bought the pansies or the impatiens. For our balcony ledge,. And it is too early for pumpkins. Geese left loudly - four nights ago. Last night, we heard the crickets,.

Last week I finished the Right Brain Business Plan Video Summit. I caught almost every day and took copious notes but I stopped blogging. I am beginning a one weekend journey. One weekend to get the hous.

I loaded up my computer and like any other student immediately clicked to the internet to mindlessly browse Facebook in my down time, but I had to stop at Yahoo! To see what the front stories were. I actually laughed at my computer at one story that drew my attention about San Juan Mayor Jorge Santini, and the news of his unusual family Christmas Card.

Practical ways to make life easier and save money, time, and resources while focusing on my family. Tuesday, June 12, 2012. Friday, March 23, 2012.

Express Your Essence in Everyday Living. Life if a constant explosion of particles of God, burning up as we enter time and space. Evolving in the eternal process or creation and re-creation. You have about half a blink of an eye left.