My students bring ...

 

My students bring simple, healthy food

beautifully presented, to share. They bring

their soft hearts and bright minds to share.

The day grows colder, but our hands

warm to the work. When we part again,

at the end of the day, it’s with kisses.

A piece of verse a day ...

A piece of verse a day? (Not sure 

I can call them all poems.) For once I miss.

Yesterday was both sweet and intense.

Working with powerful energies,

we found oursleves sharing deep truths.

Back home, I assemble notes,

create certificates, make phone calls

for feedback, to friends whom my students 

treated 'remotely’ across distance. (Yes, 

it’s all positive, confirming effectiveness –

that never fails.) I fall into bed at last

and sleep sound. This, tonight, is 

last night’s poem. Now to make today’s.

My books arrive ...

 

My books arrive

from the printer.

My footy team 

wins spectacularly.

I celebrate with a nice 

organic rosé. 

Tomorrow I’m teaching 

a class in Reiki II,

with students I already

know and love. 

My tiny life, tonight

feels very good.