Ah, love! How can something so intangible grip a soul and take him into depths unknown?  Is it strange that so many have fallen into this deep abyss never to come out?  If and when they surface, is it a wonder that they come out unscathed? 

Writing a tanka poem is like working on an arithmetic exercise. One must calculate the number of syllables for each line while sticking to the topic. I enjoy it because it stimulates the gray cells within my brain. They need the exercise! 

Often it's just being quiet and patient that's enough. The heart must be silent to listen and offer solace at a difficult time.  A soul who has this  ability must be treasured.  

Army life can have its ups and downs. For children of the military there's never a dull moment.  This was just one of many! 

Do you believe in coincidences? Some things happen when you least expect them. (Based upon a real occurrence). 

Mothers can sometimes be very protective but at the same time want their children to be as independent as possible. Should the first day of school be one of those times for shooing the little bird from its nest? 

The town of Roswell Georgia in the USA has delightfully quiet spots. This charming covered bridge captivated my attention. and inspired me to reflect on life.