This Artisanal Piece
Crafted by my steady hands and quiet mind.
Crafted by my steady hands and quiet mind.
First it was the rings, next the rebounder, then the balance boards and weighted hula hoop. A year ago I was willing to make myself stronger with a few minutes of a daily routine. In a new place, I switched … Continue reading
We will walk the trail of our ancestors. Thank you for getting us this far…for supporting us to this point on our quest.
Lips that caress the curve of the rawness of the earth. Something of beauty when I can embrace such compatibility whirling around these parts, like salt on iron I’d say. As I move into my sweet spot…into my state of … Continue reading
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
Void of all fear.As sweet as honey.Just as the real thing from the bees.Preserving their essence, nothing entailing them at play.For the spirit formerly conquered and bequeathed upon them a brimming of fortitude.They already are, no need to urge sensibility.We … Continue reading
What is good and what is bad has been established long ago, yet the pendulum isn’t so easily distinguishable. But if you can remember that a magical amulet is what you are, what you’ll always be perhaps the measuring device … Continue reading
Nothing like the carefree play of this age—the freedom of no cellular connectivity. It’s the decades before 2000, the street kid mentality in me trying to make a comeback. With only a land line, we were nearly impossible to find … Continue reading
Creating opportunities in intervals has been my motto for almost two decades now. I haven’t had a whole lot of intervals to myself during those times, although cherished, not much alone time. So while my schedule hasn’t been mine for … Continue reading
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