A striking cobalt swells and impregnates everything above the horizon just before the darkness. Anyone else notice this bit of an enhancer as of late? I am a fan of both the hues and the energy just before nightfall. It’s … Continue reading
We do not sit in darkness to find what we know, but rather to find what we do not know. – Jane Slade
Out of the night that covers meBlack as the pit from pole to pole,I thank whatever gods may beFor my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance,I have not winced nor cried aloud.Under the bludgeonings of chanceMy head is … Continue reading
the less we knowand yet here we are,another time, another place.Unchanged, upsetting rhetoricbellowing and barking from those in judgment seats.We’re in those days.Time to discern,time to invertand reinsert sagacityas the devilish wiles ram mainstreamand those scripturally awareattuned to the whispers … Continue reading
And the day it is dark, as the night is long.Feel like trash, you make me feel clean.I’m in the black, can’t see or be seen.Baby, baby, baby, light my way. – Paul David Hewson
The reoccurring theme of gloom looming in on us may seem prudent, but is it really? There’s a saying, never let a crisis go to waste, while I’m not against preparations and arranging your ducks in a row, I prefer … Continue reading
It’s chirpier up there, that’s for sure. Tweets from tiny beaks are indeed sweeter than the uproar from below. Look up at dusk and enjoy the fluorescent glow as it bleeds into the valley below. Plus, you don’t want to … Continue reading
Baby Bear lures me out in search of fireflies. It’s a loyal bunch that turn up into our woods. As the darkness deepens, they don their light show and I’m rather content as the heat dissipates into blackness. There are … Continue reading
This little sneak has been slurping from my coffee mug, lordy knows for how long, but it’s making sense to me now how she’s unfazed by time especially creeping into the night. She’s been into riding even at dusk. Here … Continue reading
A little someone always seems to be struck by a bit of restlessness every nightfall. And come eventide, a weary mama gathers and assembles vibrant bits and pieces that keep her interest and enrich her creativity, this eve we’re under … Continue reading
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