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of the between a gift of peace and letting go in the silence of the cardinals song Continue reading garden
of the between a gift of peace and letting go in the silence of the cardinals song Continue reading garden
some days like the other day, I just go wherever the colours take me and i become lost in Cherry blossoms against the blue of the sky and you almost forget everything the day, the week, even your very existence, with nothing left inside but hope and beauty, and the next breath is an eternity away It was a beautiful day, and feeling thankful, and … Continue reading lost & found wandering
I survived, and barely a whisper of the name was uttered. Personally, I find that it is counterproductive to beat me over the head with every brain-dead thing I may say or do, and a surefire way to get me to stick to my guns. So I decided to take the high road with my Father. As many news outlets feel compelled to drink at … Continue reading Why I Ignored The Elephant In The Room
that is where you will find me, where the sidewalk ends by the river bank posted for the weekly photo challenge / EARTH Continue reading this patch of earth
I guess it stems from the sense that as one gets older there seem to be fewer and fewer surprises. And so, I every once in a take random shots, don’t look in the viewfinder, just snap. Or, like today, I set it on the ground where I can’t see what it sees. Afterward, I don’t look at them until I upload them onto my … Continue reading Surprise Photography
I closed my eyes and took that first tentative sip. Instantly, I was back in time, sitting on my southern Great Grandma’s porch, sipping sweet tea, staring out at that silly yellow ribbon my cousin and I had put around that old oak tree that shaded the front porch (although, I think the tree was a Maple, actually). It’s THAT tea I’ve tried to create … Continue reading How To Make Sweet Tea
a play on patterns of the past with strikes at night a use of might that hid the other hand for who the actor who the fifth and who plays who this time Continue reading and who for a dime
A couple weeks ago found myself cross-legged on the floor washing off the dirt of the winter from my front door, and suddenly I had tears running down my face. They were brought on by this beautiful rendition of Simple Gifts, performed by Yo Yo Ma and Allison Krause. It speaks to something, I suppose. Some vision, more faery tale, I have of the land of … Continue reading The Comfort Of Historical Knowledge