being good

Sometimes life whacks you in the face...and only then you realise you weren't watching where you were going. Sometimes I wonder if I am really a good person - not just "good" to people, "good" to the environment, "good" in behaviour, manners, beliefs...but good at life itself.
Somehow I keep missing the boat, but no matter how much a may want to, I just cant get my feet to run any faster.

Being inside your own head is never healthy...but realising you've spent too much time away is enough to make you wish you'd never left.

Just a thought....

A dream

To leave a precious parcel -
an everlasting gift -
in the pathway of others
to give a special lift.

Plaintive strains and whispers,
a haunting melody,
something sweet and timeless
for everyone to see.

Some treasured gift...
only mine to give
to go down the ages
with a destiny to live.

As the lights grow dim
and the stars begin to fade,
I hope this jewel will sparkle
this jewel that I have made

Kate

why?

I recently remembered a gold journal wrapped carefully in tissue, tied with a ribbon, filled with penciled words. This is a blog dedicated to those unaccomplished musings.