Dreaming of Home

I want my home

To be worthy of flowers

Bedecked with candles

And the fragrances

Of breads, sweets

And teas, swirled into

A wondrous blend

Of my heart’s delights

An Early Morning Haiku

Darkness settled well

All my neighbors are silent

Not many leaves fell

Seattle’s Rain Has Returned

Rain has returned
It feels more like Seattle
The one of my memory



So much of my life has been spent in the presence of Seattle’s rain. Though it chills my skin, it warms my heart.

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Seeking “Home”?

Release expectations
Follow the sun in daylight
And stars at night
Listen for home’s sensation
When your heart is right 

Finding Home

Release expectation
Follow the sun in daylight
And stars at night
Listen for home’s sensation
When your heart is right


My childhood spent drifting, wandering the world. Eventually, home became this deep expectation, originally unwelcome. The beauty of the world intrigued me so. Now, living near my parents, and where grandparents spent their whole lives, there’s a rich connection. one whose beauty caught me off guard.

Today in Edmonds 

Into the expanse 

Blue water, sky and mountains 

Converge in sunlight 

Walking Memories: A Haiku

Reflect on myself
Walking upon these same streets
Changed and new blended.