The thing about a barnyard gal is even in the downtime, dignity is upheld and grandeur is manifesting. Must be something about endeavoring in silence in the early morning light breaking through roof rafters on a long-standing barn. That along … Continue reading
For well over thousands of years, distractions of all sorts thrust upon us tailored to create our thoughts, our patterns our actions, our reality linked to whatever external liking at any given moment. Nevertheless beauty, always omnipresent always waiting to … Continue reading
Adios ego, I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to see it succumb once and for all. Feeling its resistance and all its tall tales, first burst of tears then glimpses of candor through the refractions of the … Continue reading
I wrote about this my first year in college. I have the original on a floppy disk, remember those? However, no device to plug it into to retrieve my writings from back in the day. Whatever I wrote, had my … Continue reading
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.
The unknown lay before us that’s for certain. No other time in history then now that collectively do we sense this. Now what? In a wondering moment I offer a fragrance of gratitude, infused from my heart and into my … Continue reading
“Just a minute, said a voice in the weeds.” So I stood still in the day’s exquisite morning light. – Mary Oliver
in low morning light. These rays can’t be screened, they pierce through the heavy grey clouds, a phenomenon that we grow weary of after consecutive days of a buried sun. Even today with a full solar eclipse, we wouldn’t have … Continue reading
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