FRESH OFF THE PAGE: all the way
so I go on discarding… these reminders, taking back the space… I need to reclaim,
making room again… for what’s to come.
LAST THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: growing up
So I have only recently come to grasp that moving forward… means I have to stop looking back so often toward the ground.
FRESH OFF THE PAGE: dry spell
then comes the wind, dry and dusty, carrying my thoughts, like grains of sand, to points unknown…
THROUGH MY LENS: cat fancies
Animals always help fulfill some need or purpose in our lives. What intangibles they give to us and that we give to them, is a bit of a mystery.
THROUGH MY LENS: winter’s bones
It’s become a lesson for me in impermanence: How something can exist one moment or for years and be gone in an instant.
FRESH OFF THE PAGE: somewhere the moon
cold and strangeness sleep…
here, warmed at the fire… of my hearth … uninvited, but visiting still.
THROUGH MY LENS: feet first
He always seems to know when I take my shoes and socks off- hearing the telltale swishing sounds from across the house- and comes rushing in to find me.
A Postal Present
Reading their words, looking at the pictures they drew, put faces and names to the students I helped.
The Christmas Owl, Part 2: Free at Last
I feel more connected to the night now, less alone in it. I feel like I even see it through different eyes.
Discovering My Hippie Heart
Deep down all I truly want is to live in peace, and with love. But I know now sometimes you have to fight to do that.
