This grossly earned and somewhat weary coming-of-aged beauty only leads to one point…“at last my love has come along my lonely days are over and life is like a song.” -Etta James Me, my beloved brew and my toe cleavage … Continue reading
Last day of our Indian Summer phase…the rhythm was sweet while it lasted. At least I have this honied face to look at until the upcoming Halcyon days come around again.
Please don’t mistaken our summer ennui for blandness or meekness, it’s become apparent that less is more fulfilling then more. Less distractions to induce you, but rather a slipping into a more tender backdrop and connecting with the life forces … Continue reading
Down a rutted path, along dormant liana, beside the mucky river and near a bridge, I find stillness for the day. Within twenty to sixty seconds of exposure to nature heart rate slows, blood pressure drops, breathing regulates and brain … Continue reading
thefolia.com 