Sometimes we feel virtuous and breezy,even without a breeze.It’s a good day for a picnic on the pier.It’s a good day to be on the pier.Stick in hand,commanding our presence,refueling from the surrounding wilds,releasing all the tedium into the depths,dissolving,dissolvingbeneath,and … Continue reading
On top of the world and making it a noble ambition; making it bigger every day after. Coming out of a wintery dormancy and feeling edgy. A whole lot of commotion happening in my head on the ascent, things start … Continue reading
Perhaps we lived with the half-state for too long,unwitting to the practice of unearthing the potency within,unsuspecting of what we pass onand limited in our current dimension to our limitlessness.Yet well on our way to our inexorable path with mother … Continue reading
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
We do not sit in darkness to find what we know, but rather to find what we do not know. – Jane Slade
Their only goal: having a blast. Okay sometimes it’s about who is the strongest but in the end, there is always laughter with these two. Currently among her circle of pals, she is the only girl. The companionship between whomever … Continue reading
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.
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
Still embracing us, still welcoming us, even after she quietly slips on her winter coat afresh.
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
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