Author Archives: kindnessandflow

Do you ever feel like the right words aren’t actually words? A look, a gesture, a touch, a hug These signify just as much or more sometimes I think I can be good at expressing myself, but not so much when feelings come into play At that point, I need the physical connection, otherwise I’mContinue reading “The Right Words”

At night, when it’s chilly And I have to take an extra hot shower or bath Sealing up the windows, and doors that let the cracks of light in And it feels like a house on the opposite coast Instead of a California residence Then I think There’s something about the idiosyncrasies That make itContinue reading “The house that speaks”

Because I woke up today and wanted to write to you. I wanted to call youAnd sayI’m coming over this weekend. Let’s go shoppingDo you need new shoes?I wanted to hear you sayDo you want to spend the night, and maybe watch a movie?Here’s where I keep pictures of JoeNot your GrandpaBut JoeSo tenderEndearing, evenThat softer sideContinue reading “Do you want to go shopping?”

When she died, I felt a sense of happiness. Not happy that she was gone, for I was profoundly sad, More like her happiness moved through me. It lit me up, for days afterward. I thought about all of our time together. How much we laughed together. How much I loved the simple moments withContinue reading “Connection, daily”

To say it back then. To say I love you the few times I actually felt it. And not to just assume my actions, or my smile, spoke for me. To actually reach out when it was needed, when my dreams told me I should. Someone might be here now, living among us, but IContinue reading “I wish I’d been braver”

Is it true? The words you said, were in my head first When you think of me and I know that you do Is it tress, the river or the bumblebees? Or is it a symphony instead

My grandma is dying. Hospice is here. She lays in a bed in my parent’s living room, day and night. I’ve cried twice now, both times in front of my dad. My dad is her son. He is being strong for everybody. He has the table set up with documents. He keeps the order ofContinue reading “She’ll know”

I was assigned a mentor teacher I was 25 years old I worked in a school that was more like a family A catholic church, complete with convent Turned parochial parish school From this place I kept many relationships And some dwindled But this one remains Strong as ever We talk mostly by phone OnceContinue reading “Mentor Teacher”

Let’s go to the ocean Because that is still open We can walk along the paths and sit on the rocks Dream in the sun and stare at the horizon So many dreams to envision out there Where it’s all possible Let us do this without limits Without fear Without worry or anxiety Budgets andContinue reading “Ocean Side”

So many beautiful dreams these days Peaceful and wonderful A feeling of bliss I wake up with a knowing With a sense of calm and wonderment all at once Like I had a guardian angel beside me Or a friendly spirit Or a guide Or love