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

Deep Dive

Deep Dive

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

The Plan

The Plan

On my knees this morning and this view seemed a bit macabre and just like that a sweet breeze scattered the clouds of the morning and look who showed up unapologetically. Looks more like a rebirth now with the luminous … Continue reading

A Tropical Nook

A Tropical Nook

It must have been the words we exchanged that I perked up in the quiet migration of the soft light. Even the birds of paradise seemed to be singing a different tune.

Before

Before

I was going to title this eschaton or the last state of man, but I don’t want anyone to get the wrong impression as I see and feel the counterpart as the life after, the dream state, the when and … Continue reading

If Not Me Than Who ?

I’m trying to figure out this place, the what and where, the why I have arrived and how to return without the baggage. Where else does one go but the wilderness for answers, for she doesn’t sling any distractions our … Continue reading

The Way Out

The Way Out

This isn’t the salty body of water that I prefer, but there is something about a flowing river after a downpour. It’s a formidable wildlife wonder to the ocean when it’s not within reach. I’m not sure why I’m drawn … Continue reading

Missing Mama

Missing Mama

I was accused of being in the water for three hours. I’ve been accused of worse things, but there’s no way I could have because my bladder signals me after about an hour and as much as I would have … Continue reading

Hearing Your Truth

Hearing Your Truth

Veiled beneath stretched and speckled clouds, a rising sun. Tucked in slender bending coastal covering, a feral cat on guard and grateful to be within terra firma. Behind my back, prints in moist sand. In front view, a vast ocean … Continue reading

Brush it Off Magically

It’s the start of the day, still a few more hours until noon meandering along a whole lot of red tide carnage with scratchy throats and sporadic coughing and somehow there aren’t many other patches of earth I’d rather be. … Continue reading