and inducing memories of my youth

of family vacations to the South.

Florida, North Carolina, Lake Erie

and more.  Places I’ve been and will

never forget.  Thank you Dad and thank

you Mom for taking me there.  Now I

think that seeing more places is key

to life and all that encourages Harmony.

Looking out over the horizon through this window

facing west I see a distant island.

Only shows her face to me every other day or three.

Keeps me guessing whats there to see.

Closer though three feet or four to my right is a

fire burning on the floor.

Just as curious but in another way always different

no matter the day.

I can only imagine what the gods decided to throw

in, to the future guaranteed to make me grin.

Be it a flock of Pelicans delicately gliding

through the wind between me and that island.

Or a flame to heat my healing mind and promote

a sense of well being in the end.

Kelly Collins

Thanks Matt for the typewriter you put between our West Facing window and the wood burning fire place.  It invokes a strong creative flow of energy from my mind and fingers.  Feels great to use a tool which requires no electricity other than that which is in my mind and body.

There is nothing more special

than a meal from the garden

with friends by the fire.

Without any worries I carry

onward like the waves on the

beach I can see from

the yard.

Hawks turning overhead.

Cherry Sunbeam reaching from horizons bosum.

Steam swirling from my teacup

in the sea of emotions

its easy to get carried away…

I remember to use my smile

to feel good

and to accept

joy when its shows

up in my heart.

Fire burning strong.

Heat from the space in

which we dwell.  Never keeps me waiting long.

Old connections remade

We bake roots in the kitchen.

Out in the yard

We have been working hard

to recover the roots of good livin’.

Inside to the fire

we come to retire

and cook up the gifts we’ve  been givin’.

Rosalie Hamilton (typed by Kelly Collins)