A Silent Serenade

A Silent Serenade

In a prized journal, creative spirit sketched in squiggling curves and crafted words.On this eve, crimson tinted eggs ready for Sunday’s cracking.Upon a thawing terra, bare feet sensing the metaphysics of electromagnetic creation.In our hearts, a longing for the unplotting … Continue reading

Noble Nightfall

Noble Nightfall

A striking cobalt swells and impregnates everything above the horizon just before the darkness. Anyone else notice this bit of an enhancer as of late? I am a fan of both the hues and the energy just before nightfall. It’s … Continue reading

Dawning of Spring

Dawning of Spring

Closing in on the winter hardships, nothing says it more than bare feet on sun-soaked stone. Gifts we think are out of our reach until we feel life beneath our feet and look up. It’s evident, it’s all within reach … Continue reading

Starbursts

Starbursts

A star-studded countertop. Bright and cheery clutched in the grip of the deft fingers of my neighbor, a party of daffodils entered our nest and roused one of us, the tiniest one, to burst outdoors to collect a few more … Continue reading

Finding the Unknown

Finding the Unknown

We do not sit in darkness to find what we know, but rather to find what we do not know. – Jane Slade

Doff Thy Threads

Doff Thy Threads

Red has doffed her winter look within days after hailing it. But will I spring about carefree without mine from now on?

A Heavy Moment to Behold

A Heavy Moment to Behold

Branches, in their winter coatsA marvel of entanglement.Bare, boldsimply existing.Glistening in its a la mode cloak with an ecstatic sense of new wisdom against a whitewashed sky.Here we are again,another roundand into a new.

Eavesdropping

Eavesdropping

We have so much more in common than not. If we could only see. Projections are feelings reflecting back to us. What if we stopped projecting and allowed ourselves to take heart and simply be. How dreadfully unaware we are, … Continue reading

Underneath It All

Underneath It All

Still embracing us, still welcoming us, even after she quietly slips on her winter coat afresh.

In the Zone

In the Zone

Nothing like the carefree play of this age—the freedom of no cellular connectivity. It’s the decades before 2000, the street kid mentality in me trying to make a comeback. With only a land line, we were nearly impossible to find … Continue reading