
A peculiar sound
Shall I keep napping or not?
A tough decision

The pines were whispering to me.
“Can’t you hear them?” I asked my brother.
He stared at me. “Hear what?”
“The pine trees. The whispers all around us.” I pointed at the forest around us.
“Um…no,” he said. He stopped and frowned at me. “You’re not serious, are you?”
He wasn’t ready yet. I smiled. “Of course I’m not. I just wanted to freak you out.”
He laughed. “You know, I was afraid you were losing it there for a second.”
I’ll tell him when he’s ready. Soon he’ll have to hear it one way or another. Very soon.

“Can I take one home, Mom?”
“What?”
Penny had been lost in her thoughts. Going through a divorce was draining all her energy. She had been hoping spending some time out here with her daughter would help.
“The flower,” Lily said, pointing. “It’s pretty. Can I have one?”
Penny shook her head. “No, honey. That flower belongs here. How about we plant a new one when we get home?”
Lily frowned but then nodded. “Okay. But only if Daddy helps us plant it.”
Penny sighed. “We’ll see if daddy wants to help.”
Well, at least she could enjoy the flowers.

The birds chirped and the
rising crescendo of song
brought the woods to life
When I started this blog, I was hoping to keep writing at least weekly if not daily. However, I tend to go through phases where I write a lot followed by phases where I write very little. Maybe it just depends on what’s going on in my life at the time, but I’m definitely happier when I’m writing.
The question is, how do I keep up the writing on a more regular basis? Writing at around the same time each day helps with making it a habit, but one of my problems is finding the right regular time to write. I’ve been working on a meditation practice, which I usually do in the morning. I find that I have trouble getting up early enough to get both meditation and writing in, though. It might be best for me to write in the evening, but my schedule changes more in the evenings. Or maybe it would be better to just work on getting myself up earlier in the morning. At least weekends are easier.
So, finding the right time to write every day remains a challenge. Still, I’m aiming for my current bout of writing to be more than a phase.

Slight chill in the air
Summer goes by so quickly
Fall will be here soon

Waiting by the lake
We can share this shade for now
Then go our own ways
Waking up from a
dream can be so confusing
Was that real or not?