Our Wedding Anniversary

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Well I am just about the happiest man on the face of the earth! My wife and I are celebrating more than 30 years of our marriage! Yes!! Now we don’t give exact dates over the internet, but we are so excited I have to share this!

My wife is the one I write about, the one I dream about. Life can be horrible when terrible things happen (like cancer), but what matters now is the love we share, and the healing we give to each other!

I could not be happier, and we don’t often hear that from men, so I want to boldly declare that today.

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And for our celebration, we went to Washington D.C. Our nation’s capital really is a beautiful city. I highly recommend a visit there. You will find some of the best museums in the world, including the Smithsonian, which is actually many museums.

The Smithsonian has the National Gallery of Art, the African-American Museum (brand new), the Native American Museum, the National Zoo, the Natural History Museum, and many others.

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And the city is ethnically diverse. You will find some of the best ethnic restaurants in the world! My wife and I ate at an Indian restaurant which was wonderful.

I also recommend a dinner or brunch cruise on the Potomac River. There are very large cruise boats that feed you a wonderful feast, as you slowly cruise by some of the monuments of this beautiful city.

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To My Love – Happy Anniversary!

     

P.S. The photographs here are from our trip. I will share more in a future post.

Writing and all Images © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

I Do Remember What Light Was

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As light flickers, breaking through the tops of trees,

beginning to dance on the forest stream

where moss still grows, clinging

to the rocks,

I realize I do remember

what light was

and that I can let it touch my eyes,

wash my face,

and fill my spirit

even when the stream

runs dark.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

When I Am a Hawk

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You can still see the wind move through my feathers,

wings outstretched, holding

some dried blood now

but I can still bank to the left,

then right,

moving through the heart of the mountains,

and even in the dark clouds

I focus more on the river,

always the river,

so I can see again, going beyond,

what we know 

the ruins

of our world.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies