And back on tract with mountain laurel greetings and golden rays streaming down our path

Whispered into the early morning light because there’s nothing more like trading in expectations for appreciation and gratitude.

As many times as needed.

And looking more lively than ever.

For keeping up with the leggy ones all the way to the end

This flow, the feeling you stayed forburn bright, this one is gonna be a close on

And their pursuit of flow, how appealing, non?

And becoming more stewardly, as unsuspectingly and evermore waywardly each summer afternoon.

Or as we Hellenes affectionately call it, Phanouropita…for being several hours from being shared and devoured along with all it’s miraculous intentions. Come one, come all on your way home. The keys that you lost are not the ones in … Continue reading →