Inspiration, poetry

Measuring the Days of Our Life – #Poetry


Tree of Life in Spring
Tree of Life-Photo by H. Koppdelany,


For whatever reason, maybe the wind swaying the palm trees in my backyard or the patio chimes sounding, I felt wistful.

Maybe I felt like that because I finished a difficult scene in a novel I’m writing. It could be the stir of memories or the longing of wanting something which seems impossible to achieve.

Whatever the reason I came across this beautiful photo and had some thoughts about what the photographer might have been saying.


Thinking About Life


And the days pass like the leaves dropping from trees

tumbling one after another, every year,

faster than the one before.


Layers of memories, once vivid, fading into a blur.


We grow older, leave our past,

drift across the present and into our future.

Short shadows now cast long.


We look to the sky, knowing our view is measured.


How much of the blue do we see,  

as much as when we were young?

More now that we are not?


How we will miss that sky, 

scribbled with wafting clouds.

How we will miss the brilliance of a sun-splashed day.


The pages of our life keep turning,

nearing the end of a chapter,

nearer to the end of the story.


What do you see?



Why I Miss Amazing Cinque Terre, Italy

Monterroso, Italy
Entering Monterroso al

I yearn for the sites and sounds of Italy, or France, or anyplace far away.

This year all my funds are tied up in writing conferences and other necessities so travel abroad will have to wait.

What this means is no vacation this year, only staycations in the places where the conferences take place: Los Angeles, New Mexico, maybe New York City. (I know, wah-wah).  

So, I took out my flash drive of last years travel photos of Italy and took a little mind vacation.

I miss the Cinque Terre for its history, colorful villages, beaches, cliffs, food, and Limoncino.

The towns of Monterosso, Vernazza, Corniglia, Manarola and Riomaggiore teeter on the rugged Italian coast. These fishing villages are a UNESCO World Heritage Site, with the oldest one, Monterroso, founded in 643 A.D.

We arrived on a very warm day, in a crowded train and walked to the village of Monterroso.

Sweaty, tired, but excited, we came upon the beach around the bend. The view was enough to make us want to run, strip and jump into that azure water. (We did that later-with bathing suits).

Overwhelmed by the colors, beauty, and terraced homes, we walked and gawked at everything around us. Our legs got a work out wandering the streets.

Village in Cinque Terre,


In the smallest town, with the narrowest streets, is Vernazza. You must pay attention when walking or you’ll end up head first into one of the fishing boats. Now, this is the town to order a meal of shellfish or fresh fish and pasta.

Watch where you're walking in Vernazza, Cinque Terre,
Vernazza, Cinque Terre,


Although I’m not a white wine lover, I did enjoy the local chilled wine named Cinque Terre, D.O.C. It’s refreshing after a long walk through the village.

After the meal, the drink to have is Limoncino, not to be confused with Lemoncello. The limoncino lemons grow in the villages, especially Manarola. I thought the liquer tasted better than lemoncello, but I’m not partial to lemoncello anymore (another story).

Limoncino on the terrace, Cinque Terre
Limoncino on the terrace, Cinque Terre

In Riomaggiore, the famous Via Dell’ Amore (The Walkway of Love), connects the village to Manorola. Unfortunately, the half mile coastal walkway was closed, probably because of a landslide. This was the lover’s lane where people from the two villages met. Here’s a photo of the sign that says ‘Open,’ but the gate was locked.

Via dell’Amore: “Pathway of Love.” Riomaggiore, Cinque Terre
Via dell’Amore: “Pathway of Love.” Riomaggiore, Cinque Terre

I wish I had noted which village we were in when I took this photo from the top of one of the villages. (Note: carry a pocket notebook to jot down names and places of photos).

Vista view of village in Cinque Terre, Italy.
Village in Cinque Terre, Italy.


I’m taking a three week break from blogging while I attend conferences and visit family.

Whether you have a staycation or not, I wish you a wonderful rest of the summer.

See you in mid-August. Take care! 

Family, Parenting

The Power of a Sunset

“Every sunset brings the promise of a new dawn.”

  Ralph Waldo Emerson

Five months have passed since my two kids moved to Colorado from California. One to a university to get his degree in art and animation and the other for “a change.” I miss them- a lot.

We keep in touch with FaceTime, text, and phone calls but what I really like are when one of them shares their world with me in a photograph. I feel closer to them.

Something about a moment in time that is captured with the photograph then sent to me, so I can see the object too, makes me feel like we are sharing this one moment together.

The power in this simple act amazes me. The gesture swells my heart.

My mind went to a line in an Emerson poet which I texted to my son. We discussed the new year, new challenges and hopes. 

Across the miles we had meaningful discussion, all because of one sunset that he captured.

Colorado Sunset-by Nicolas Frazier
Denver, Colorado Sunset-by Nicolas Frazier