One of the definitions of the word Mosaic is an art piece which is "composed of a combination of diverse elements,” a seemingly perfect description of the makeup of our world’s population. While we do appear to be quite diverse — language, skin color, even the type of costuming we wear to express our uniqueness -- in our hearts and souls, are we not more similar than different? Our needs (not wants) are the same: food, shelter, safety for us and for our children, education, etc.

The poem MOSAIC, expresses my interpretation of the world as it might be… people from all over the world working together toward common goals to make this a better and safer world for us and for future generations.



None of us is alone in this world.
We are each a vital piece of the whole…
The whole of humanity, the entire population…
That’s nation by nation, each and every soul.

We’re a Mosaic, not of groups, but of individuals.
We each carry a host of cultural influences.
The Mosaic is held together by the common pursuit of happiness;
The most powerful mortar, its strength is immense.

We are not a melting-pot, but a beautiful Mosaic
Of different backgrounds, beliefs, and different colors of skin.
We’re all immigrants who bring the beauty of our origins
To be anchored in a new culture where we are all kin.


It’s “Back to School,” now that September has arrived, and time to settle into the familiar fall, winter and spring routine of learning: kids back to school; travel to far-away and interesting places about which to learn; interesting speakers on tour… the possibilities for learning are endless!

As September’s Poem of the Month infers, education is a lifelong experience, and learning how to learn at an early stage will make the lifelong experience more exciting and satisfying.

Wherever you are in your lives, remember: learning never stops as we age unless we stop it. Have a wonderful season.



It’s been said that a good education
Is one’s passport to a more meaningful life.
Though your lives may be filled with uncertainties,
With education you’ll function with less strife.

Oprah Winfrey says, “Education is the key
To unlocking the world.” (as you learn)
The knowledge you gain will give you perspective,
Understanding, and the power to discern.

If you develop a passion for learning
You will never cease to grow.
Anyone who stops learning is old,
No matter how much they know.

The purpose of education is to replace
An empty mind with one that’s receptive.
You learn more every day if you pay attention.
With openness of mind, you are more perceptive.

Education is not the learning of facts,
But the training of the mind to think.
Tomorrow belongs to those who prepare today.
Knowledge is there at the font. Take a drink.

There’s no guarantee that education will be easy.
Very little worth having is easy to acquire.
Education is not the filling of a pail.
No, education is the lighting of a fire.

Sonya Kopetz

From July to September the rain shadow effect allows Seattle to have a larger percentage of sunny days than during the other months of the year. Out come the shorts, the bright colors, and the smiles on people’s faces. It’s a fantastic sight!

That’s why I chose my poem “Sunlight” for the August Poem of the Month Club.

The recent shootings in El Paso and Dayton blocked the sun for our entire nation… no, for the whole world! More than ever, we need the light, the warmth, and the love to unite our own nation and the nations of the world.

So, the poem selection stays, with the hope that people will begin to smile again and share the sunlight in peace and understanding.



No matter how dark the night, the sun rises
And chases all the shadows away.
The sun rose today; it will do it tomorrow.
The sun comes up every day.

The mornings are full of sunshine and hope…
It’s a wonderful time to start over again—
Whether a continuation of yesterday’s project
Or a new one you’re about to begin.

A little coffee, a little sunlight…
Your troubles will begin to fade.
By focusing on your hopes and dreams
You’ll turn lemons into lemonade.

Happiness can be found in the darkest of times,
Turn your own light on without delay.
Worry does not keep it from raining tomorrow;
It keeps it from being sunny today.

What sunshine gives to the flowers that bloom,
Smiles are the same gifts to humanity.
The good that smiles do, however trifling it seems,
May lead humankind back to sanity.

A flower cannot live without sunshine;
You cannot thrive without love and a dream.
Learn from the flowers which angle towards the sun…
Lean toward people you hold in high esteem.

The sun rises, the sun falls, the wind blows, the birds sing.
No matter who you are, the story is the same.
These experiences unite us all around the world—
Togetherness in friendship is good, I proclaim!

Sonya Kopetz

My friend and I recently returned from a marvelous holiday… a cruise in the Baltic Region. The countries we visited are, for the most part, experiencing freedom and independence: Estonia, Finland, Latvia, Lithuania, Poland, etc. However, the 20th Century history of the area (the Nazi and then the Communist invasions and take-overs — coupled with recent [2019] articles of Russian “mergers…” not to mention the Mainland Chinese fighting against democracy in Hong Kong) gives one pause.

It motivated me to think deeply about what the concept — FREEDOM — means. Each July 4th we celebrate our country’s independence… our freedom to govern ourselves: a freedom that not every country has. With that freedom comes the responsibility to guard and maintain it from generation to generation.

Like the poem below states, our freedom is something we must guard, and protect, and pass on intact. We must stay watchful, and perhaps even a little bit paranoid. It could slip away if, or as, we sleep.



Freedom is not guaranteed to us
Without working for it day after day.
Keeping freedom a fact in our daily lives
Takes responsibility… (not meant as a cliche)

As Ronald Reagan so wisely declared,
“Freedom is never more than one generation away
From extinction.” That means we didn’t inherit
Any genes or blood type that would pave the way.

No, freedom must be fought for, and then protected,
And finally handed on to the next generation…
With the premise that they must carry the burden
Of protecting it for themselves to its next commemoration.

“Education unlocks the door to freedom.”
So said George Washington Carver, a learned man.
He understood the degree of responsibility
That comes with freedom. (Do the very best you can.)

Sandra Day O’Connor, the first female Supreme Court Judge
Stated these words which added to her legacy:
“The freedom to criticize judges and other public officials
Is necessary to a vibrant democracy.”

Abe Lincoln weighed in on the subject of freedom:
“America will never be destroyed from [without].”
No, it will come from within, if we allow special interests
To decide what is best, and if we sell ourselves out.

Pope John Paul warned of the pervading nationalism
That is being aggressively imposed in many forms. (Be leery!)
If we are tempted to adopt it as a truer freedom,
We may just be trading for a new form of slavery.

JFK said, “Conformity is the jailer of freedom
And the enemy of growth” (a thought most sage).
The secret to happiness is always freedom…
And the secret to freedom is courage.

George Washington said, “If the freedom of speech
Is taken away [from our rights],
Then dumb and silent we might be led
Like sheep to the slaughter.” (Resist with all your might!)

To be free is not merely to cast off one’s chains
But to live in a way that respects others’ independence.
None of us are free until all are out of bondage.
Respond to all dangers with loving intelligence.

The ultimate human freedom comes from these endowments:
Self-awareness; conscience; independent will; and imagination.
They give us the power to choose, to respond,
And to change… and become our own creation.


Happy Holiday!

The word “vacation” had its origins between 1350 and 1400 and its original meaning was “freedom from obligations, leisure, release (from some activity or occupation).” The Latin root is vacate and from that the words vacate, vacation, vacancy and vacant are derived.

The Brits call it a “holiday,” not a “vacation.” Either way it’s an opportunity to journey within and meet your authentic self. G. K. Chesterton, a prolific writer of the 20th Century, described a (or vacation) as “a restoring thing which, by a blast of magic, turns a man into himself.”

And, as it is often said, wise people travel to discover themselves. Whether you travel near or far, it’s food for your soul.



Vacations are medicine for the soul,
And usually require the need to vacate…
Travel is often the method to get away,
To reconnect with ourselves, and re-create.

The choices are many! So many places to go!
Find what brings you joy, and go there.
The world is a book, and if you don’t travel
You have only one page to share.

Doing nothing brings everything into perspective.
Rediscover your passions, your purpose, and plus…
Why do we travel? Not to escape life,
But so that life will not escape us!

The word “vacation” summarizes it all:
Resurrection, rebirth, reincarnation and re-sprout.
A holiday turns people into themselves.
Of this fact, there is no doubt!

Wherever you go, go with all your heart.
The energy expended gains you more than you give.
The bottom line? The message here?
Do not work more than you live!


At Eighty

As the expression goes, life is made up of little moments, not the chronological unfolding of minutes, hours, days, weeks, months or years that one lives. Those all seem to run together after awhile.

No, life is made up of special moments — moments that can be life-altering or life-changing, the memories of which stay forever in our minds, and sometimes change the way we look at things, which holds the possibility of changing the types of choices we make.

Though sometimes the fast pace of daily living causes us to miss those cherished moments, we realize that we need to slow it down enough that we can remember how precious it is to be alive, and to love.

A milestone birthday is a moment, to be sure. This month I celebrated one of those milestone birthdays, and have a poem to share as a result. It is found in one of my newest trio of books, MILESTONES*. Matter of fact, it is the lead-off poem.


As an intro to MILESTONES, I thought it would be
Of interest to share memories from my diary.
And though I’m unique, my life’s much the same
As others who live through events and are still “in the game.”

There are wisdoms and thoughts I’d like to pass along,
And I sing them loudly, for they are my life’s song:
You can’t help getting older, but you don’t have to get old.
Keep your mind young and don’t always do what you’re told.

Becoming eighty is merely a matter of life and death.
I choose life, and I’ll live it to my very last breath.
In my dreams I’m never eighty years old.
My adventures as I sleep are marvelous to behold!

Now, granted, at eighty, my birthday suit needs pressing,
But as I look around I am happily processing
The knowledge I’ve accumulated throughout my years,
And the joys of sharing them now, without fears.

The biggest advantage of living to this age
Is the time to acquire people to love at each stage.
In my youth there were people of action and adventure;
The more physical the activity, the more excitement, to be sure.

And later I found friends who were seeking something more…
A reason for existence beyond “minding the store.”
What is my purpose? What does it all mean?
The questions were large. The answers unseen.

Time has a way of moving things along
Some answers came slowly and some poured headlong.
Enough to learn I must share what I know,
Starting with family, then others to follow.

It takes a long lifetime to grow young once more;
From birth through youth, to a full four score.
The advantage of living to 80 and more?
There’s more people to love, but who’s keeping score?

At 80,
Jessica Tandy won a Best Actress Oscar, Yuichiro Miura climbed Mt. Everest,
And Coco was still running Chanel. There’s life still to be lived!

*The other two books are GRATITUDE and TAPESTRY. They are all found on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and at your favorite book store (by order).


Creating Balance

In the winter of 1976 my life as I knew it, was beginning to unravel and I felt completely out of balance. I was ricocheting from side to side, down the tunnel of life, trying to keep myself and my children from harm’s way, and missing out on all the pleasures in the middle — the sweet rewards of a simple, more straightforward life.

At about the same time my father was going to Costa Rica to visit his brother for a month, and my mother didn’t want to go along, and suggested I go in her place. She would take care of my kids — take them to school, to ice skating lessons, cook and clean for them, etc. — a real grandmother’s holiday!!

So, upon landing in Costa Rica I was handed a Spanish/English dictionary by my uncle’s housekeeper, Miriam Abarca Rojas, so that she and I could communicate while my father and uncle had their visit.

Seeking balance in my life, I immediately looked up the word in Spanish, imagining it would be a most wonderful word, totally unlike its English counterpart. Imagine my dismay, and then my relief, when I found was exactly the same word: balance — only pronounced a little differently: BA-LAN-SAY.

This poem of mine is found in my book HEARTSTRINGS, on page 42. Enjoy!


Perhaps the single most important challenge
In life is for you to maintain
A balance as you make your way along the path —
A balance that is tricky to obtain.

Between dark and light — between spirit and form —
It’s not a choice between extremes.
The challenge is bringing the two together
Into a larger unity, with bigger themes.

You don’t have to choose either conformity or freedom.
Both are appropriate at different times;
And listening to words with acceptance or doubt
Has its place in different paradigms.

It’s not one over the other — black or white.
It’s seeing what’s appropriate when choosing.
It’s a balancing act that plays with opposites,
And takes time and thoughtful perusing.


Yes, I realize that the month of November has been traditionally set aside as the “official” time of the year to be grateful; and it all culminates around a turkey dinner with lots of mashed potatoes and gravy, topped off with pumpkin pie and whipped cream . . . followed by a nap in front of the TV while the football game noisily concludes and . . .

WAIT A MINUTE!!! NO!!!! Stop this scenario!!

Gratitude is universal, and needs to be present in our lives on a daily basis . . . all 12 months!! Gratitude is the gateway to a positive life. (It is really hard to be angry when you’re grateful.) As Oprah Winfrey shares in her book, This I Know For Sure:

“It’s when you feel least thankful that you are most in need of what gratitude can give you: perspective. Gratitude can transform any situation. It alters your vibration, moving you from negative energy to positive. It’s the quickest, easiest, most powerful way to effect change in your life — this I know for sure.”

This poem of mine, GRATITUDE, is found in my book of poetry called HEARTSTRINGS, on page 51, and is here for you to enjoy:


Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life;
It turns what we have into more.
It’s the healthiest of all the human emotions,
The highest form of thought, and furthermore…

It’s the greatest of virtues, the parent of all.
Gratitude helps us grow and expand;
It brings joy and laughter into our lives.
It makes sense of our past;
We know where we stand.

And as we express our gratitude
We must never forget this wisdom:
The highest appreciation for what we have
Is not to utter the words, but live by them.

It’s Never Too Late

Birthing a poem is akin to birthing a baby — there’s a tendency to over-protect it and not let it go out into the world and live a life of its own. Maybe that’s what took so much time for me to decide to get my poems published and on the market. Over a few years I shared some of them in my annual Christmas letters, and the responses from friends and family convinced me to share them with the world.

The synchronistic way in which the first three books — Celebrations, Heartstrings, and Inspirations — came into being was nothing short of miraculous. Absolutely the right people, at exactly the right time, and in the proper order, came into my life and helped make it happen! Once I made the decision to publish, heaven and earth moved organically and quickly for me to bring my beautiful books into being. Three more were added two years later: Sanctuary, Awakenings, and Sojourns.

Writing the poems began in the 70s.

My first husband moved us to California in 1970 with our two children (ages 7 and 3) to seek his fortune, and after several failed attempts, I took a job at a local weekly newspaper, The Tiburon Ark, to “tide us over” until he could bring an idea to fruition.

Unfortunately for him, my disillusioned husband fell victim to a major mid-life crisis, and in his haste to reach what he considered Nirvana, followed the teaching of Timothy Leary, and “turned on, tuned in, and dropped out.”

Contrastingly, and fortunately for me, my work at the newspaper allowed me an opportunity to really grow into my own talents. With a limited staff, I became a “Jill of All Trades.” I managed the office, did the typesetting, helped design some of the advertising and also wrote a couple of weekly columns — a California History column, and a Restaurant Review column called “Shore Leave.” (The Ark — Shore Leave — get it?)

My marriage was on the ropes — we were growing in two different directions: he down the drugged path of least resistance and me into my talents. His verbal and physical violence and abuse forced me to end the marriage. I advanced rapidly into the role of single parenthood. To give my children something they could count on as tradition, I began the Advent Poems, the Lessons on Life and Love. I felt that after what our family had been through, the kids needed some input of good old-fashioned common sense. Each day of Advent they would receive a poem (24 in all, each year). The messages were helpful for making some of life’s hard choices: perseverance, patience, helpfulness, kindness, forgiveness, and above all, being true to themselves. I hoped the poems would enable them to make good choices and have a healthy self-image. (Messages in rhyme are easier to digest than a lecture from Mom.)

My good choice was to move back to Washington where I met my second husband with whom I shared a life for 25 years until he died of Alzheimer’s in 2008.

So why start a business in my 70s?

Well, you can be old at 30 or young at 90, and I choose “young.”

When I turned 75 in 2014, I published the first three books. And at 77, the next three.

And in seriously looking back at my life, I realized there was a very important part missing: making something special out of my life that was mine alone… that I could pass on — not only to my own adult children and step-children, and their children, but to people all over the country… the world.

Our present world is broken and divisive now, and my poems of Life and Love are meant to help heal this broken world.