Let Jack and Mavis take you to church
I walked outside at four in the morning, stepped down off the deck and rounded the cabin. The birds had started their predawn songs. Two robins in particular we...
Category: Contemplation
A song of loves
when the light of a morning sun shimmies through the spring leaves of an elm treewhen the sound of surf moves over a patio and drowns all dialogue when you sit ...
Change, like each season, has its sting, its solace and promise
It’s been too long between posts. And I’m sorry (he said, presuming it may have been missed). Having kept this blog for over 10 years, the rising anxiety from f...
Lead boots blue sky
For a sky this blue you need lead boots to keep from flying up. Having learned the hard way, I now own lead diving boots. It was on this day last year, when, in...