friendship

aging only spurs more questions and more reflections

this morning i asked myself, what does friendship mean?

for a long time, i was not a good friend.

i did not stay in touch. i did not make plans.

i spent more time with myself than sharing with others.

i used to believe that it was not worth wasting hours on other people.

and thought that others would not want to waste hours on me.

i grew up, only recently, if you ask

i opened my eyes and most of all, my heart

it made all difference as i want to share now

and i want to share and enjoy hours with my friends

as they would do the same for me

someone wise once said that to have friends is to be one.

aging also brings wisdom and honesty

this morning, i reminded myself to be a good friend.

Only in Santa Fe

So you see,

there is something

called hope

in each raining day

such a...

Sun brightens over Sangre de Cristo mountains,

coal miners are getting rescued in Chile

Babies are being born at St. Vincent Hospital,

lovers are saying "I do" in Spanish Mission Churches

It is a fine Wednesday in Santa Fe,

all good things are shared and obvious.

They are what I see when I look out of the sliding door by my bed as I lay

yet I also view the beautiful sights as a painting

Of what I wish to see and feel

when other corners of my room have raining days

Still, this painting also reminds me of one thing

that is world is not going to stop anytime for you,

you get up, sun's waiting for you, sky's limitless.

Sun brightens, tears of joy over the rescues of miners,

there are good things in the world if we see it,

and believe in it when there are

deaths, disappointments, failures, and raining days in our corners

After all, plants grow after rain,

then good things also grow out of raining days.

This is both hope and faith.