It’s All So Elemental
Nothing to see up here, okay maybe the robe I’m a sucker for a thirsty Turkish cotton robe after a steamy shower. I descended as quickly as I had scaled the winding staircase to catch a glimpse of the spring … Continue reading
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New Kid at the Stables
Oldest bear has a commanding presence to him, he is so genuine one can’t help but gravitate toward him. It’s no wonder the barnyard girls took notice and flocked to his attendance. Not much for words in a new group … Continue reading
Into The Deep.
It’s just me in here no other sound but the hydraulic lift humming and my contended breathing…just breathe my child, just breathe. Into the depths of the dark and unseen we go, one breath at a time, submerge yourself…it’s a … Continue reading
Two Steppin.
such is spring…two steps forward, a few steps back but always moving. can’t stop the feeling, one moment wailing, another twirling and another soaring on the withers of a horse with all hoofs in mid-air glide. can’t go backwards from … Continue reading
All Hail Guyasuta
What an honor, what a blessing…such a stately one, this illustrious white flora peaking after a weeklong summer fever here on such hollowed grounds. I couldn’t think of a better all-knight vigil to emerge in a verdant bunch, on such … Continue reading
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
Everglow
I drew a line for you,yet inward still you spiraled,Never an honest wordand so I drew one for me.And now I gaze atwhere I wanted to go,oh the light you left for me, everglow.
Out On A Limb
Quite a remarkable lounge and even more remarkable day, kicking off our spring adventures on the river. A once derelict shore, now vibrant with life and a couple of not-so-distressed damsoles fueling this newfound verve with their brimming vigor…getting baptized … Continue reading
Vissi D’arte
She lives by her own heart song and knows she’s not lost, just in between the version she once was and the one she is becoming. Her experiences are not bound by mortal dogma nor trite games and carries on … Continue reading
A Draw
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.
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