Drifting, memories across all timelines.Washing over me, birdsongs drowning out the breeze.tuning to the day that will come. Living pulsing golden light, the scarlet from beneathWashed in the blood of the lamb, who would have thought?Ascending into the holy of … Continue reading
Eye-to-Eye Outdoors, the evening calling from frogs long waned,replaced with serenading crickets in excelsis.A mid-summer swap when frogs,still aroundperhaps feeling outnumbered,a few silently snack on insectswhile the rest grant them their loquaciousness.And then there is the blue jay,enchanting us as … Continue reading
Wherever we find ourselves, we take notice of the extraordinary in the ordinary. This distinct concoction, perhaps a twice and often times thrice a month treat, at our spot of comfort and otherwise wildly curious locale had us from our … Continue reading
No question whose country it is out yonder. City slickers have a whole lot of words these days. Words create separation. Good thing there aren’t many out this way, only a beating heart to be heard. Nothing else instructing it … Continue reading
The thing about angels is we are so distracted we don’t even notice their fluttering wings spawning and weaving our dreams into the breeze sweetly whispering into our ears. If only we untethered ourselves from torpedoing weighted thoughts to float … Continue reading
A little reminder to add more cheer into your life and think about how your domicile makes you feel as you pull up to it or when you enter. Set the scene so when you open your door have something … Continue reading
Happy summer launch to all in the Northern Hemisphere…may it be dreamy and yummy! Guessing from the thistles swaying alongside roadsides, I think there may be a touchpoint or two that we will be dancing in the sweet honeysuckle breezes … Continue reading
I awoke a bit frazzled when not only the sway of the leaves on the trees picked up some but the air temperature dropped over twenty degrees. Did I sleep through summer before it even arrived? It’s still a portrait … Continue reading
I look at the moon for what it is.She sits with me through nightfall and beyond.Even when she diminishes wholly into the darkness,through the gentle breeze a reverberating silent voice exclaims,“We will rise,just you wait.”We’re all just walking each other … Continue reading
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
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