THE BLACK RASPBERRY PICKING: IT’S ALL ABOUT PERSPECTIVE. A hot, sunny day. Solid blue, the late day buzz of locusts, cicadas calling me to the rhythms of life. it’s their call that epitomizes those lazy days of summer. I went into the market and asked where their blackberry bushes were for picking today. Directions simple, … More It’s all about Perspective
What a canvas! The sky and I, we drift together. Deep, mysterious, unpredictable, colorful. Oh sky reign down on me, reign all of your colors on me. Paint me, paint all of me.
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
Splotches of paint thrown on the canvas of my mind Dripping, slowly through my words                                         … More A Drift
I could hear them through my smell. Walking through a canopy of trees I stumbled into their conversation Crisp, cold ice dancing with mossy, rich mud. Greeting one another. One yawning, ready for rest Nodding wearily The other smiling                 … More The Reunion
My son, Alex, taught me how to make his famous deliciously dense Danish bread over the Christmas holiday. It’s a three day process, not that time consuming and yet it requires remembering and a level of focus. Yesterday while the loaves were in their final rise before baking I called Alex regarding how many hours … More Our Full Potential, Space, Time and a Warm Cloth?
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