History repeats. “The Course of Human Events…” Pluto returning.
Song birds in chorus, The rooster crows “Good Morning!” Sun kisses my eyes.
Done grinding my gears. No more revving the engine. Slide into neutral.
Force fast approaching, I lean in and turn sideways- It rolls off my back.
The muse of muses, God of poems & music- Artist, healer, sage.
All lanes will open When YOU move out of your way- Red lights all turn green.
How you do one thing Is how you do everything. Make every move count.
In times of chaos, The universe rights itself. Patience, grasshoppah!
#36: Drink leftover Tuscan Vino to prepare for the presidential debate.
Endless potential, Protected freedoms for all- Waving stars and stripes.