So the journey has begun again. Let the way be clear and fruitful, full of wondrous things and experiences.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011

So the journey has begun again. Let the way be clear and fruitful, full of wondrous things and experiences.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011


We are never alone or isolated. Be rest assured our creator is always standing near or beside us. Never alone.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011

Mighty, grand Sheena has died
Her soft and gentle heart beats
No more
Paws dancing in anticipation
No more
Excited bark calling out
No more.
Treasured years all gone
Emptiness and heartbreak
Agonizing in the night
Mighty, grand Sheena has died.
Remember the happy times
The cottage days enraptured in joy
Always there gentle and strong
Soft, kind eyes
Determination and dignity
So much she gave
Asking only love
Nothing will ever be the same
Because mighty, grand Sheena has died.
Journey on to those already gone
Join them there
Laugh, bark and play
No more aches or pains
And then some day
We will be there
With you once again.
To a great, grand lady
Sheena
We bid our sad goodbye.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011

© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Motive is paramount. Discover yours and understand why.
~ Patrice

Bonus action born above
In the sphere of absolute love
There remain and be the one
To bring joy here on earth
To all you cherish and love.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011

I feel the heartache and the stress. Never the less, I will push forward into the world I possess.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011

Hydro off, gone somewhere.
So hot most likely up in the stratosphere
Cooling off, taking a break
Maybe even a dip in the lake.
Murphy’s Law, it makes sense
On the hottest day in recorded time
Hydro would once again let us down
They warned us — “Don’t use too much”
On and on, harping ever on this theme song.
Maybe could it be just the area
Where wind farms are affected be?
Take the windmills
Shove them down our throats
No matter that death, injury
And illness comes as they encroach.
Conspiracy could it be?
Hydro off, gone somewhere
On this the hottest day of the year.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011

Stony heartache, desperate longing
Manufacturing life in a realm of belonging
Don’t be deceived, keep your focus
On what is right
Journeying thru the darkness
Well into night.
Born to believe
In the goodness of life
Never deviate from the path
That is absolutely right
Down the trail which holds you
Be it left or right.
Take the way
That in your heart
You know must be
The only one to lead
To the holy altar
Of serendipity.
~ Patrice 
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011