Time, Cherished Time

Creating opportunities in intervals has been my motto for almost two decades now. I haven’t had a whole lot of intervals to myself during those times, although cherished, not much alone time. So while my schedule hasn’t been mine for … Continue reading

A Little More Softness Please

A Little More Softness Please

Wouldn’t you agree? Perhaps we are getting there… Sharpened, waking edgesand stirring sleeping ones.Mates connected with entwined roots,if only recollected.Revive the dream with a palm pressed against wet rocks,or on bended knee, graciously, softlyupon the plush moss of a quieted … Continue reading

Writing on the Wall

Writing on the Wall

In an age when music is an aphrodisiac that once swallowed you best be grounded, on your knees boy for the almighty communicator, music and its shrouded régime is far more shocking than we ever imagined. Yet, the message in … Continue reading

The Bold, The Brave.

The Bold, The Brave.

As of late I’ve been trying to get my light right, but when temps drop in the single digits in the tarring weeks of January, no other choice but to gather my thoughts here and make my own sunshine. “…Wake … Continue reading

Pushing On.

Had a few extra minutes this morning with the delay of the school day for not-so-much-pushing on, as quite a bit of stretching. Feels good to soften and lengthen that tense fascia of mine before I start moving on with … Continue reading

Before

Before

I was going to title this eschaton or the last state of man, but I don’t want anyone to get the wrong impression as I see and feel the counterpart as the life after, the dream state, the when and … Continue reading

Strung Out.

Strung Out.

All a glow for our seasonal spiritual uplift somewhere along the edge of the woods. We’re still drifting over here from one steamy mug of tea to another trying to get used to the blast of wintriness that decked us. … Continue reading

He Reigns

He Reigns

If this doesn’t get you turning inwards and awaken to greet your journey toward the golden hours, well then, I’m not sure we will all get there. For those who are nourishing their inner spirit…welcome to the big time.  

On Hold.

On Hold.

Home for the holidays. All routines are on hold. This galley with a view will be the place to be the last week of the year. Grateful, blessed and oh so merry.

Blue Skies Ahead

No doubt it’s a stormy kind of situation but ain’t this the sweetest thing. Look at how these siblings adore each other and mama bear admires from behind the scenes. I wouldn’t mind being the recipient to this holiday cheer. … Continue reading