
Vintage
When one adventure after another leads you here…it’s not a bad day. Not a bad day at all when you realize plunked on a couch, at dusk while a lad and his guitar send tones my way. Initially wobbly but … Continue reading
When one adventure after another leads you here…it’s not a bad day. Not a bad day at all when you realize plunked on a couch, at dusk while a lad and his guitar send tones my way. Initially wobbly but … Continue reading
And now heading back out there. Surviving in these parts has always been shaky business. Always armed to take a shot of whatever behooves me. Look at this outlier.
Be merry. Be bright. Be decisive with the ephemeral moments in your life.
So self-assured, sagacious and adept to anyone who takes a moment to finding meaning in something rather than nothing. And would you look at those extensions…they could make dancers long to have higher leg extensions.
Well, here we are in our idiosyncrasies and in our rareness…an am dedicated to sketching and painting our gratitude and a little stretching outdoors under the sun. Gratitude in every moment and every way…feeling full.
What no man knowsfrom the unknownto the unknownand in between a glimmering moment. The hush of a peaceful twinklingbrought face-to-face withsilence,satisfaction,that moment that draws close to our hearts of being. Not through a social triumphnor a shared fear terrorbut in … Continue reading
Each moment is a new momentnot to wait for the world to change you,but you to be the change you want to seechoose and choose again wisely. “The only person you are destined to become is the person you decide … Continue reading
Among all the wild,willing, able and accepting to feel bursting sentience.Each day, each moment in solace of a rolling wave elapsing,I enter into a realm so sweetly serene.Water expanding, weighed and seamless into the idyllic existence on some far-off shoreas … 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
Most feathered friends have taken off in flocks heading south by now. I read this poem and thought of them…wish I were in their feathers right about now, weary, tender and happy to be soaring with friends sans regrets to … Continue reading