For years I have traveled, sometimes light

sometimes with my trunks of feelings that

a sherpa would be challenged by.

Thinking that taking it with you would

make the journey safer.

Feel rich! Feel elegant! You can find

whatever you need when you get there.

The roads of relationships are rocky!

The soaring planes of feelings are

superlights, the train to your future

is an express.

Travel comfortably to your next

destination, letting go of the baggage.



We all belong to the tribe called humanity.

We strive to be individuals, to have love, support, friendship, and fellowship.

The aftermath of the global pandemic has been tragic.

The ill, the elderly, often die all alone. Family times are limited and rare in-person events, which have resulted in a greater sense of isolation.

Sharing meals, music, sports, and special occasions and even sharing our sorrows in the group makes us feel like we belong, and our burdens tolerable.

When you are feeling all alone do remember you are part of the tribe called humanity.



Salonista Cynthia

Passionate about art and science, I identify as a poet. Concentric careers made me an entrepreneur. My imagination is where I live!