
These Hands
The healing of the land and the purification of the human spirit is the same process. – The One-Straw Revolution @farmersfootprint
The healing of the land and the purification of the human spirit is the same process. – The One-Straw Revolution @farmersfootprint
Two amigos here sharing more than a meal…an unpretentious place that hasn’t changed much at all since I discovered it in its infancy decades ago. Retro no doubt, nothing like a handwritten tab…when was the last time you have seen … Continue reading
I found a love for me,frothy and sweet.Darling you taste perfect right now.Feeling throughthe tension, the struggle, the submission without a touch of tendernessall for your cursed luck, so you reckoned.Inattentive thoughts and all that talk…money for your art.Believed in … Continue reading
It’s to my relief I found this stone. Smooth sophisticated and to my surprise subtle sage veins that match the details of my most adorned article when I hit the chopping block. A glistening backdrop to watermelon radishes are a … Continue reading
As we wrap up the year, that’s menaced to wreak havoc on all,I simply remember my favorite things,And then I don’t feel so bad after all. The world could go without another gift guidebut if you should happen to think … Continue reading
The bounty of ripely plucked Crispins from an orchard off the side of the road now cradled in a bowl, a sweet reminder of our abundance. Bite into one for a crisp crunch and a mouthful of sweetened juice. Today … Continue reading
How does it get any better than a little homemade maple syrup to top it off? Have you made deliberate efforts of recompense for just being yourself? Someone deserves a brew with benevolent sweet drops from a gray fissured bark … Continue reading
What’s in the fridge series? Is it a series if this is merely the second post? You gotta start with one, two has arrived with this square even if the first didn’t mention a sequel and soon enough there may … Continue reading
The thing about angels is we are so distracted we don’t even notice their fluttering wings spawning and weaving our dreams into the breeze sweetly whispering into our ears. If only we untethered ourselves from torpedoing weighted thoughts to float … Continue reading
This morning, with her, having coffee – Johnny Cash when asked for his description of paradise. All the work that matters is for moments like these found in the simplest of our twinkling flashes between beings. Take time to create … Continue reading