Monday, September 23 A “Pear-fect” (the Italian way) day and, it’s my birthday! I met Hannah at the airport without any issue. Ahhhhh, we had both been a little nervous about that. Thank god there is only one passenger exit in the Rome airport. We found our little white Fiat 500 and with google paper … More Cloud Vapors
Wednesday, September 18 Had my last lunch at Shakespeare and Co. Read outside for a while, but the breeze was intense today, and the temperature has finally dropped. So, I picked myself up and snuggled in, in a back corner chair of the bookstore.. It felt somewhat ominous today, when I arrived for lunch, all … More Starting to say goodbye
Thursday, September 12, 2019 I am loving my morning writing and editing time. I am so absorbed, all else fades away. No one can call me because it’s in the middle of the night for everyone back home. Just me, coffee and stillness, and depending when I start, a dim light comes through the windows. … More Ego, Gravity and Gratitude Merge
I looked in the mirror today. Were my perfections or my imperfections starring back at me? Was I receiving or rejecting? I saw an aging face, I saw a tired woman. I felt her feelings of lack. Lack of energy, stamina, and get up and go. When or how did the vibrant evaporate? It’s a … More Years, Mirrors and Batteries.
My gratitude list floated and churned in the stream today. I meditated at its edge watching the water ripple, bubble, run down and jump back up. Some water seemed resistant to the concept of downstream its like it jumped back, bubbled and then fell back down in some sort of resolve. Once again I am … More I’m thawing.
Flickering lights rose like sparks from a roaring fire. Floating toward the stars. Flirting with the trees. Skimming the grasses and reeds. An infinite stream of living lights, Dancing with the sky. Joy Cloud 🙂
Melodies stir among the branches, soft clear echoes. Tranquility infused. A lover’s first touch brushes past my face my neck my arm. A stirring a shedding an invisible drape cascades away. A fullness of nothing…..of everything. Blood pulses through my veins. My Breathe moves the air And the silence listens.
Last week I was in that mood: You know the one, where clutter shouts from the corners, the pockets, the drawers, even the rooftops! The only reasonable thing to do was to lace up my boots and go for a walk in the woods. Thank goodness I did. Do you know what I found? I … More Clutter in my drawers. Clutter in the woods.
I am here I am there Lingering Moments Don’t last Savor Memory Bending twisting So pliable Almost unbreakable I think Lingering Moments … More The Art of Being
The sky is a crisp cold blue, I lay on our blue couch reading the Snow Child. I well with emotion upon the words; “In my old age I see that life itself is often more fantastic and terrible than the stories we believed in as children, and that perhaps there is no harm in … More “Untouchably” Touched
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