Rockin’ Robin
She’s still at it. Pecking away to the tune of her own brilliance. Still can’t figure out, a week into it, if she’s vocal about something or simply singing to her own melody and worshipping no one or anything other … Continue reading
Category Archives: Outdoor lounging
A Not So Deeping Sky
I wouldn’t consider this a path to enlightenment, but it’s a path nonetheless. All we can do is close our eyes and listen as darkness descends and reminisce about singing all night for no other reason but love. We cannot … Continue reading
Here
“I can’t speak for elsewhere, but here on Earth we’ve got a fair supply of everything…There may be comparable places elsewhere, but no one thinks they’re beautiful.” – Wislawa Szymborska A blink of an insight, yet what a tribute to … Continue reading
True Faith
I feel so extraordinarySomething’s got a hold on meI get this feeling I’m in motionA sudden sense of liberty… – New Order Somehow, somehow, somehow, we get to that place where there is no choice but to make peace with … Continue reading
Listen to the Mustn’ts
Listen to Mustn’ts, child, listen to the Don’ts.Listen to the Shouldn’ts, the Impossibles, the Won’ts.Listen to the Never Haves, then listen close to me.Anything can happen, child, Anything can be. -Shel Silverstein
Vertigo
I am in search of a particular experience, for as long as I can remember I always have been. The urge to experience yonder, closer to the natural world down a rutted path or alongside or above the flow of … Continue reading
God Bless the Child
“…Them that’s got shall getThem that’s not shall loseSo the Bible said and it still is newsMama may have, Papa may haveBut God bless the child that’s got his ownThat’s got his own…He just don’t worry ‘bout nothin’‘Cause he’s got … Continue reading
Sunset Sledding
Thankfully we don’t have to trek too far for some downhill careening amongst friends. We have already ventured to about a half dozen slick hillsides thus far, this one is our sweet spot. For one we get more belly laughs … Continue reading
Won’t You Light My Way
And the day it is dark, as the night is long.Feel like trash, you make me feel clean.I’m in the black, can’t see or be seen.Baby, baby, baby, light my way. – Paul David Hewson
In the Existing Moments
The passers-by did not take heed Of me, of my frozen stillness. Deep-rooted ideas, they cling onto Intentions pitched into the bottoms of the washed-out bins. Desires to live a celebratory existence stay frozen. Remember the template, Remember there’s another … Continue reading
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