Kid Can Throw

Kid Can Throw

Kid can do a lot…so much potential energy, he doesn’t even realize it. One day. Keeping up this talent of his, he may get there swiftly. Something about creating with your hands and wet clay spinning…it’s quite a feeling. My … Continue reading

Starry Starry Night

….paint your palette blue and greyLook out on a summer’s day with eyes that know the darkness in my soulShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffodilsCatch the breeze and the winter chills, in colors on the snowy … Continue reading

Star-Spangled Enthusiasts

Not all days end with fanfare and glimmers of purple, crimson and gold gallantly gleaming, or do they? Perhaps we are too distracted to catch a glimpse. We get caught up into the mayhem and we don’t get a chance … Continue reading

Band of Gold

While many items have made the rounds even before I welcome them into our nest, I select them because they rouse my curiosity and perhaps chance that the curios grow fortuitously onto my three not-so-little bears no more. Our renowned … Continue reading

In Queue

In Queue

When discovering the theory of relativity, Albert Einstein pictured himself riding on a ray of light. Words did not take part in this soothsayer’s role of entities serving as elements in thoughts. Thoughts are waiting. We ought to pay more … Continue reading

Lay Waste

Lay Waste

“Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers – but like lemmings running headlong to the sea, we are oblivious.” – William Wordsworth. Wordsworth chronicles his spiritual life, his views on his craft and place in the world in his … Continue reading

It’s the Full Perspective Up Here,

It’s the Full Perspective Up Here,

or is it? I have to give the architect here some kudos for the intent of the design of this abode tucked away in the woods is spacious with an intimate feeling, from whatever angle, whatever floors, we see, hear … Continue reading

Deep Into Summer Thoughts

Deep Into Summer Thoughts

It’s going to take beaucoup amounts of daydreaming, for we are not the ensuing thought. We are the field of awareness watching the thought arise and recede—a pendulum swinging raucously to the tune of anger or sweetly to a lullaby-like … Continue reading

Born to Fly

Born to Fly

These eyes aren’t the only things soaring with delight; Popolina’s entire being seems to be. I named her Popolina, she looks like one to me. If we only had a sliver of her delight, if only we remembered we were … Continue reading

A Gift Horse

A Gift Horse

which didn’t look us into our beckoning eyes. It was admirable to see just how much this horse had to eat. From the moment I arrived she didn’t stop eating even when a party participant would ride piggyback, she gnawed … Continue reading