The Power of Intention

Vision Board - 2018

It was New Year’s Eve day, and the temperature had dropped significantly below freezing. I was driving to go for a walk at my pond and then pick up some food. Halfway there, my car began overheating. It soon got up to hot on the gauge as I was trying to get to AutoZone to see if they could assess the problem and maybe give me some antifreeze. My car started steaming, so I had to pull over in the parking lot of the Blue Plate Café on Governors, the main road. I called my road service and they got me down to AutoZone. They happened to be open, but could not help me. So I got a friend to help me get my car over to my auto repair shop, which was about ¼ mile away.

I left the car there for when they would come back to work on January 2. On Wednesday, my mechanic called and said that the radiator had cracked and needed to be replaced. He explained that the car was old, so the radiator had just worn out in the cold. When a well-intentioned friend called him the next day, she told me the mechanic had informed her there might be possible trouble with the engine. She sounded glum and talked about the prospect of not getting my car back. I just told her I will set an intention for the best possible outcome. I did not talk to my mechanic until the next day, and had a fitful sleep recalling what my friend had said. I, however, had this voice inside that said,” It will be OK, tomorrow.”

The next morning I decided to follow my inner council and trust implicitly my power of intention; I listened to an Intention Meditation, and visualized the positive outcome I wanted and what my inner voice had counseled me. At about 8:30 AM I called my mechanic. His first words were, “They’re out there test driving your car now. You can come and pick it up.” I felt a surge of elation and victory, and I called another friend to take me to the shop.

Trusting my power of Intention, I thought what an illustration of my picking up and trusting my power of intention in these conditions, not listening to outer voices and conditions, but listening to my interior spirit.

The Duck walking on Water

That afternoon I finally went out for a walk at the pond, and amazingly most of the pond was frozen over with a thin sheet of ice. There was, however, a small section of the pond where the water was not frozen, and there was a group of ducks swimming in that area. All of a sudden I spotted one duck that seemed to be walking on the water right where the others were swimming. I thought, “Boy the Spirit is out here at the pond today.” There surely are a lot of mysteries and beauty on and around this pond where I go for meditation. Manifesting this intention in so dramatic a way has also been a mystery to me. I stood there in wonder and profound gratitude.

Evening Wilderness

Winter Pond2

“Wilderness is not a luxury, but a necessity of the Human Spirit.”

Slight of wind caressing
pond’s surface,
crystal ice sheet
frozen water
sculpted to stillness
in waves and patterns.
by the sweeping wind,
days and nights of cold.

In the distance,
see setting orb of sun
on top of horizontal
outline of trees.
Momentarily now,
look directly
at sun’s brilliance.

Realize this tranquility
of space and time
in this wilderness.

The sun’s orb sits now
on the horizon
slowly disappearing
in a majestic brilliance of color.
I sit in rapture
and listen to this
still inner voice:
“Hold here another minute.”

The Universe, God,
the Mystery of life
has touched me
with this frozen pond surface,
the changing color and light,
the caressing feel of wind,
this wilderness,
and all the mystery
of evening.


Note: I think this needs some work to communicate the image.

Here Comes Autumn


Oh, here comes autumn,
Feel it in the breeze.
Here comes autumn
See it in the trees.
Here comes autumn
See it all around –

Oh, here comes autumn
Here comes autumn
Hear this song.

Each sacred moment
In every life, now,
On this sacred planet
So full with strife,
Seeing all the Beauty
in every life, now –

Each sacred day, now
Each sacred day,
Now to be alive –

We can be loving
and be forgiving.
See the beauty
in each other’s eyes
We can be loving,
seeing all the beauty –

We can be loving
seeing all the beauty
Every day.


I am a writer, poet, composer, and artist. Though I’m a senior, I’ve kept active physically, mentally, and spiritually. I have spent most of my life and resources supporting and empowering others.

From living in diverse areas and cultures, I see life with an open heart and mind. I presently live in the Tennessee Valley in Northern Alabama. In my creative works, I would like to make a difference in our attitude toward the planet, seeing from a realistic spiritual viewpoint rather than the prevalent over materialistic emphasis in our society.

There’s a Song Everywhere


There are songs for your ear.
Open your heart and you’ll hear
There’s a rhythm to dance
Har-mo-ny to enchant.

There’s a song here for you
So, whatever you do
Let the rhythm set you free.
Feel the harmony and be.

There’s a song here for you
There’s a song here for me
There’s a song here to sing.
Let this song set you free.

There’s are songs everywhere,
Songs of love in the air.
There are songs for your care –
There’s a song everywhere.

Music can be a transformative experience.


Look what I can do!

Little Girl

I was walking along the Greenway near a street named Mira Vista, and there was this little girl about maybe three or four years old on a small pink bike with training wheels coming toward me. Her father was some distance back. She started picking up speed as she approached and shouted gleefully, “Look what I can do!”

Wow, this sentence stayed in my heart. Life is full of the expected and then the really unexpected. She was facing the challenge of riding a bike and feeling very proud of herself for doing it. She didn’t say to herself, “Well, I’m not that good yet. “or “I hope I don’t fail.” She was in the moment, lavishing the victory, and telling her dad and the world, “Look what I can do!”

Every time I don’t acknowledge myself and my actions in going toward what I love or I have one of these critical voice self-criticisms of my own actions, I will remember her and her joy, and say to myself, “Look what I can do!”

Pastel Shades of Blue

ballet dancer

Pastel shades of blue
painted on the panorama ‘fore my eyes
Oh, Magenta, red, and aqua rainbows
fill the sky just like some rhyme –

Am I dreaming songs of love?
Am I always wondering why?
Is it truth or is it passion
that fills my heart and overflows my mind?

Open now and hope forever,
My heart is on the line:
a deeper shade of color,
and this dancer spinning to some unknown time –

I can be this heart within
and I do answer for my own time
as the poet lives within these wings
and this dancer with the mystery unwinds–