What are your daily habits?
Habits aren’t chains I choose to wear,
I flow with what the day lays bare.
I breathe deep, stretch, write, and roam,
And carry calm like it’s my home.
I try to lift where someone’s low,
Life is a gift each heart should know.
To spark a strength they’ve yet to see,
And leave them feeling light and free.
Are there things you try to practice daily to live a more sustainable lifestyle?
I dance with the sun as my linens sway,
Grow herbs and smiles through each new day.
Reuse old jars with mindful cheer,
And carry cloth, keep plastic clear.
The seasons teach me what to sow,
Their rhythm guides the way things grow.
Compost blooms where scraps once fell,
And joy takes root where choices dwell.
What’s the most delicious thing you’ve ever eaten?
A spoon of joy, not found in gold,
But grandma’s stew in winter cold.
It warmed my hands, it stilled my pace,
A recipe wrapped in love’s embrace.
If you were forced to wear one outfit over and over again, what would it be?
I’d wear the sky, woven soft and wide,
With wind for sleeves and cloud for pride.
No buttons, seams, nor threads that bind,
Just freedom draped in peace of mind.
How important is spirituality in your life?
It’s not in chants or temples grand,
But in quiet breaths and grains of sand.
A presence felt, not seen or taught,
Spirituality, in every thought.
How do you practice self-care?
I craft the weather inside my mind,
Where thoughts stay clear and storms unwind.
When the inner skies are calm and bright,
Well-being blooms in quiet light.
How do you waste the most time every day?
I try not to waste what can’t be stored,
Each second’s a gift I can’t afford.
Life is too short to let it slide,
I meet each moment, arms open wide.
Which food, when you eat it, instantly transports you to childhood?
Cotton candy melts like giggles on air,
Takes me back to a world so rare.
Barefoot spins and laughter wide,
Childhood dancing on my tongue with pride
Who is your favorite historical figure?
Mother Teresa walked where sorrow lay,
Holding hands most turned away.
She gave, not for praise or fame,
But to serve the soul behind each name.
A tribute to a soul that walked in faith, fought with grace, and loved without end.
My dear Jimi
You always knew the when and how,
Which prayer to whisper, which sacred vow.
You read the skies with faithful eyes,
And brought such peace when storms would rise.
A gentle soul, yet fierce and wise,
With love that never wore disguise.
A daughter’s pride, a sister’s grace,
A wife, a mother, heart’s embrace.
We dreamt of places yet to see,
Of lands to wander, you and me.
You spoke of skies and distant shore,
But heaven called you home before.
You fought with strength, so quietly deep,
And gave the world more than you’d keep.
A compass when I lost my way,
Your voice still guides me every day.
Too soon you left, yet still you stay,
In every light, in every way.
And though you are gone beyond my view,
Some goodbyes echo all life through.
I just wish I’d met you for a last time,
To feel your warmth, your soul, your shine.
But angels move beyond the grasp of time.
Forever loved.
Forever missed.
Forever you.
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