It’s a magnificent Monday, a sublime minimalistic eve…anything could happen. Winding down and keeping things rather simple, clearing out the clutter in the mind, in this space. Reflecting on the year and what’s to come…it takes up a lot of … Continue reading
A reason to hate, the only thing you rummage forWhat finds you, resentment, destructive cynicism and that dark crater. What I desire on this canvas, magical paintingbrand new life expression, this rising womanwhat I’m leaving behind, qualmsplayed out, my dutiful … Continue reading
History will judge us by the difference we make in the everyday lives of children. – Nelson Mandela This was inspired by my notes lay bare a few squares down. Everyday wisdom by an old soul residing in youthful flesh … Continue reading
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
Sip, savor, take note and repeat. It’s what I usually do with this cup filled with a nuanced, creamy, aromatic brew that is nourishing on so many levels. Today it’s especially magical for it’s a glow with an aura of … Continue reading
It’s the twinkling in a blink of any eye,heralding in another magical new year.Hip, hip hurray to a new far richer and more beguiling year than ever before known,one where open hearts are the normand a reason for bunting appears … Continue reading
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
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
This was unexpected, or was I expecting sparkles to magically fall from the heavens?
She’s still at it. Pecking away to the tune of her own brilliance. Still can’t figure out, a week into it, if she’s vocal about something or simply singing to her own melody and worshipping no one or anything other … Continue reading
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