Put On All The Armor

Put On All The Armor

And just like that, a sophisticated grey and all colors fade away. It’s a lot to ask when temperatures drop to near freezing and those long steamy summer days are fastidiously far into the distant like dubious memories. The wind … Continue reading

Bounty Harvester

Bounty Harvester

The bounty of ripely plucked Crispins from an orchard off the side of the road now cradled in a bowl, a sweet reminder of our abundance. Bite into one for a crisp crunch and a mouthful of sweetened juice. Today … Continue reading

A Stands for Affection

I’ve learned a notable amount of the ABC’s of the heart here and the code of living in the moment as these creatures do readily and for the highest outcome of pure truth—the supreme gospel of all the majesties of … Continue reading

Stretching My Dream Muscles.

Stretching My Dream Muscles.

My future self has extended her sun-kissed hand to pull me out of the murky chemtrail haze and into this sandy oasis. It’s a long time coming this fresh coat, I’ve been itching for years now and oh yes, she … Continue reading

The Long View

Looking at things at the wrong end of the scope…no one who sees from the other end ever regrets it for a second even after name calling usually followed by a long harangue. I’ll take pareidolia for I can’t imagine … Continue reading

It’s a Small Town Afterall

It’s a Small Town Afterall

This tune is playing out in my head today, well because it is and things get around quickly…it’s a small, small town.

Oh Jack!

You just can’t get enough of me, can you? I bet you deliberately bumped into the muck rake for the attention. Naturally, I dropped it to wrap my arms around you, an apologetic hug for a jaunty fellow. You are … Continue reading

Me And My Shadow

Me And My Shadow

Shadows mean sunshine or light evincing. Where is all the light emerging from? More energy, more life force…it’s certainly out there. It’s no wonder children are full of it—rays of hope in otherwise dark times ahead. It was great hanging … Continue reading

Well

Well

…she didn’t.

Into the Mist of the Unknown

Into the Mist of the Unknown

A little dwellingwith a wood burning fireplaceon a still lakesurrounded by the sound of wind rustling through the trees.and laughter,bouts of it around the fireafter rounds of singing,reverberating the unseen.that preserved beauty,missed in the haziness above the waters,the reminders of … Continue reading