American Beauty
As a young country we have a bit to learn about being meek or what the Greeks called praios or praus. Far from the English term meek which lacks the blend of gentleness and strength, but rather praus refers to … Continue reading
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Saw You Standin’ There With a Smile
Half a century of memories seems like a blink of an eye, or a stroll down the road like this ole fella recently did (to read about her escapades scroll down twenty squares ago.) I look at this photo and … Continue reading
Welcome Illumed One
Resting in ash of eons long ago, bones of black canesWithin the folds of a future so close, an ancient heartSurrounding the shadows, carried torches.Meeting the other in their own world, courageous.Back into the realm of choice, your arrival.
On Becoming Zen
“He does not hesitate at our boldest measures, but rather seems to think us, too irresolute, and backward.” -John Adams about Benjamin Franklin. Feelings this knowing that what’s in our hearts is the nucleus of our expression and emission we … Continue reading
If I Could Meet You Now
Only from the outside does it look like bravery. On the inside, I’m just like you. Come, what urgency beckons you to your destiny with me?
To Die For
At least I know one person who thinks I’m to die for…it’s all I need and so I’m not backing down from my end of the bargain. “Know not what they do,” can just as easily be changed, it’s essential … Continue reading
Explorers Ready for Anything
Ever wonder about the drops? Rampant and rallying together burgeoning with water…all pent-up with that potential energy in an expanding cloud. What do you think they are feeling or thinking? I bet it’s not terror. Perhaps a bit of anxiety … Continue reading
Love Me Mini
How often have you paused to attentively zone out on an individual bloom or anything for that matter? When the sun hits these little darlings just right you can’t help but stop in your tracks to admire. After musing over … Continue reading
A Trapeze Act
How is it my micro girl, a lengthy way in reaching her double digits, has more upper strength than me? I can’t complete this trapeze course and yet she swings back and forth with ease and doesn’t want to desert … Continue reading
On Becoming Polychromatic Again
The feral are closer, more curious without the darkness that kept them at the edge of nightfall.No longer is the need for a torch to keep you from stalking my thoughts.The world a little softer,vibrant of color that once filled … Continue reading
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