One of a roomful of eager disciples I strain for every word and nuance. Thirty two of us sitting in this one studio have travelled…
Jim kissed my hand today when he came through the door. Something more, in fact he kissed my hand, then pressed his forehead to it….
Physallis franchetii hang, bright, orange paper lanterns. Chrysanthamum globes glowing. Both sight the end of the year. Light beams.
On starting my Masters degree:- One of a roomful of eager disciples I strain for every word and nuance. Thirty two of us sitting…
Trust is the reliance on the integrity and strength of the unseen. If I cannot see it how do I know I can trust it?…
We need each of those precious moments and events. Snapshots of great beauty, and encapsulated joy in bubbles. We must celebrate the unexpected gifts of…
I surrender all I stand right here on the edge of my world and gaze across the vast, vast ocean of years and memories, joy…
For Jules Recent graffiti despoils the faded peach, skin blushed walls of crumbling plaster, baked crisp by fierce summers’ heat. Grand canyons steeply cleaved in…
Mahlers moody music instantly transports me to watery streets traversed by silent gondolas, gliding gracefully, beneath arching bridges. Mirrored in mysterious depths I watch reflections…
A young man with a scythe; the summer grasses tumble in his shadow. Muscles ripple in the sun along his sweat-drenched shoulders. Planted; swinging gracefully,…
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