Ever listen to the weather channel?
Partly clowww deee
I hear the mechanical voice say
My life is partly
clowww deee
with reflections of cold, steel gray
With an occasional punch
of glow, orange and bright
to make it through the day
I have this picture in my mind of a movement that happens without fanfare or gimmicky calls for attention. Where people simply do what needs to be done…
I realized that what frightened Luke on the trail was not what he saw. It was what was out of site and unknown. It’s the same for me. The broader I can make my view of the world, the less there is to fear.
Hasn’t this been an interesting year so far weather-wise? Will Spring ever arrive and stay? What about summer? As we wait, might as well notice what’s been interesting about it. Tree Moods Trees move me Even when downed Mystery wrapped in texture Individuals Changing with seasons The rush and robbing of light The dogs and…
As a I write this, I’m sitting in my garden shed chair at my potting table. I’ve brought out my writing and drawing materials and opened the shed doors to have a view of the trees and pond. I decided to draw with my Pentel pigment ink brush pen. It’s capable of both fat, thin,…
I got together with some friends the other day and they gave some rather “unique” belated-birthday gifts. There was also a candy necklace in the goody bag but I already ate that. There is one gift in there that I’m not going to call by name or I’ll get all sorts of weird Googling traffic. My…
“Forgive the dead year. Forgive yourself. What will be wants To push through your fingers.” ~ Marge Piercy, “The head of the year” Forgive yourself… Isn’t [s]he the hardest person to forgive of all? I’m still waiting for her to make amends The future is not ours to see or to make or to bend…
