Sip, Ahhh, Repeat.

Sip, Ahhh, Repeat.

Lips that caress the curve of the rawness of the earth. Something of beauty when I can embrace such compatibility whirling around these parts, like salt on iron I’d say. As I move into my sweet spot…into my state of … Continue reading →

A Cool Spot

A Cool Spot

On the surface it may have seemed like there may have been a lot to handle within myself, a previous je ne sae quoi of I am here and I don’t know why? Such a demeanor emanates bewilderment for all … Continue reading →

Rites of Summer

Rites of Summer

It’s not officially summer yet but boy are we playing like it is. Water fun is an undoubtedly anticipated sign of summer, a rite of passage into the season of sun filled days of outdoor adventures. Watching my brood take … Continue reading →

Big Shot

Big Shot

I found a spot that serves the most incredible coffee presented in delightful clay vessels. The mastery starts with a slurry of maple syrup, then the barista does his magic with the right amount of water pressure filtering through finely-ground … Continue reading →

Time to Play

Time to Play

It may be well to pause in this space, especially this season where the rays penetrate more directly without the fullness of summer-filled trees that swallow up the golden light. It’s an encouraging spot for adoration as I remind the … Continue reading →

Little Ms Sunshine

Little Ms Sunshine

We don’t have endless warm weather, nor do we have ocean-lined horizons, but we do have luminous thirst-quenchers and we do have our Little Ms Sunshine. No doubt she has a special place in my heart, and no doubt she … Continue reading →

Spritely at Sundown

Spritely at Sundown

We found a couple of subjects today worthy of a snapshot…one winged feather and one tail feather. What luck! Our daily strolls on the hunt for black walnuts and apples from nearby plots has now morphed into a keen eye … Continue reading →

I Need It Terribly

I Need It Terribly

Give me a few days of peace in your arms–I need it terribly. I’m ragged, worn, exhausted. After that I can face the world. -Henry Miller, from a letter to Anais Nin, featured in A Literate Passion. Slipped into a … Continue reading →