All things gather where life is a songThe river running byThe sunset and the dawn From the beyond and the deferred arrivalsthe spirit swellingLost in me, and in you time to be,time to see. Under gracehow lack that Iwhat testify … Continue reading
This grossly earned and somewhat weary coming-of-aged beauty only leads to one point…“at last my love has come along my lonely days are over and life is like a song.” -Etta James Me, my beloved brew and my toe cleavage … Continue reading
This tune is playing out in my head today, well because it is and things get around quickly…it’s a small, small town.
Eye-to-Eye Outdoors, the evening calling from frogs long waned,replaced with serenading crickets in excelsis.A mid-summer swap when frogs,still aroundperhaps feeling outnumbered,a few silently snack on insectswhile the rest grant them their loquaciousness.And then there is the blue jay,enchanting us as … Continue reading
Finally I sawthat worrying had come to nothing.And gave it up.And took my old bodyand went out into the morningand sang. -Mary Oliver Not only does this poet priestess stop me in my tracks to reconnect and ground in a … Continue reading
Stay with me. Please allow me to introduce Apple Mare, she is the sweetest. Give her an apple from your palm and she’ll be sure to chomp it up without including any of your digits. I offered her one just … Continue reading
Sugar and kisses. – Echo and the Bunnymen This shot evoked this song from somewhere deep in my heart. Strong enough to shine through back then, and still provides the sinews to shine through again. It’s how I responded when … Continue reading
One day you will look back and realize you worried too much about things that don’t really matter. On this day of rising heat, what matters is keeping cool in our wormhole and whistling a tune where we are increasingly … Continue reading
Gotta start with yourself. It’s the beginning of a new day, a gentle nudge from mama earth is all it takes and if that almighty sun is lambent without a cloud to come between us, all the sweeter. Our habits … Continue reading
In a prized journal, creative spirit sketched in squiggling curves and crafted words.On this eve, crimson tinted eggs ready for Sunday’s cracking.Upon a thawing terra, bare feet sensing the metaphysics of electromagnetic creation.In our hearts, a longing for the unplotting … Continue reading
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