I THINK I CAN

May 4, 2025

On a bulletin board in my tiny studio is a tacked up phrase:

I Think I Can.

Every so often, I look over at that phrase and remember all the

times in my life when I didn’t know if I could….

As I write I listen to soft instrumental music, similar to what I play for yoga classes.

I sink into the soft rhythmic flow and let my fingers move on the keyboard.

In Taos, I have found my muse. I sit at a small desk beneath a double window

that looks out onto the sprawling desert landscape with rolling mountains beyond.

I looked back over my first emails in 2020 that I sent following the onset

Covid and quarantining,  just two years after the loss of my oldest son.
I felt the sudden shift in routine like everyone else, with the same

sense of loneliness and upheaval.