Long summers feel good to the last drop…a few ways to honor the fleeting magic of late summer among friends. Love what you touch and you will touch wisely. May the world in your hands brighten with use; May you … Continue reading
Somewhat haltingly, somewhat guardedly, somewhat methodically, I created a space for myself here. A way to extract the thoughts out of my head and onto a blank slate every time I carved some time to…a catharsis of sorts and perhaps … Continue reading
We simply couldn’t have made it without this space, the inspiration from on high of infinite intelligence guiding, directing and revealing…the law of the Almighty radiating love and attention through all the light of the sun. Taking note, waiting, wondering … Continue reading
I have to admit I do have fantasies of this restaurant reopening once again. It’s been a couple of years since the doors closed and never re-opened. Up to five minutes ago, cars lined the surface lot, I got a … Continue reading
The weekend is rolling in and the deer couldn’t resist my delphiniums…they are were drop dead gorgeous. I have the weekend to come up with a plan b. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind sharing but not even one … Continue reading
I don’t doubt for a second that these end-of-the summer jewels are gratefully and gracefully growing, and loving every minute of basking in the sun. Inspired from within, they need not bend to mishapened persuasion. It’s a brave act no … Continue reading
There’s a new farmer in town. I bet the folks adore her…look what she’s done to a previously unculivated patch to one with flora in full bloom. I took note from the corner of my eye, “coming soon flowers in … Continue reading
And soon, our walls will be awash in golden rays. Soon we will be a little wiser. The rings to make us a little stronger and after all these years of searching for my lost soul, a space to spread my wings to … Continue reading
Emerging out of a temptuous quarter-of-century codependent relationship, I find solace on these tolerant and patient stones that blessedly don’t tug on my empathetic tendencies. Nothing exploding here but a little iaomai (ee-ah’-om-ah-ee) physical healing, to repair the temple alter.
And suddenly the half-noticed side table felt different. Speckled with aromatic fringe petals, atop a fresh coat of sophisticated color. Yes, it became more intriguing under a thickening canopy, immersed in beams and delicate scent swelling. More complete. More pixie … Continue reading
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