Make yourself at home. Put your feet up. Grab your favorite beverage and prepare to enjoy the reads.



Stop Searching

Blind Seeker

Somewhere out in the night
A lonely one calls
Seeking that which was never lost.

In it's sad head
It cannot comprehend
What is all around.

The deep indigo night
surrounds it's soul
Yet it will not see
The twinkling starlight.

Open eyes do not see
What the heart requires.
Resignation brings on the search.
Padding across the earth

The lonely one travels far,
Far from home,
Always wondering.

What is the purpose in all this?

All around, in every branch,
And drop of water lies the answer.

Elizabeth Munroz
June 1990

From Last Friday's Post

This is BooBoo, about age 7. She was my mother's cat. 
When Mom and Dad went to a nursing home both their cats came to live with me. 
I put this picture of BooBoo into photoshop and played with it for a while and came up with the picture I posted on Friday.
BooBoo has found another home.