A Touch Romantic.

In a world of stock markets and business results, the power of romantic self-awareness..

When I read…

When I read, at home in the woods…

Act.Plan.Dream. (Today, in no particular order).

The concept of rest, I think, is the mental jump in the kaleidoscope of fallen leaves..

Retracing my Pentagram.

And my foot stepped to the end of the point, my toe reached behind to swivel back…

Self-Judgment.

I saw from myself, after waves of the past and all of the new roads ahead, a smile windowed from my soul…

The 2022 Vacation

I looked to the horizon, with no shoreline in sight. The lake was big enough…

Embracing a Quick Peck of Summer

Well, true to the change of seasons, I have stories of my own transitions to tell…from the lightest moments of shopping trips…

Soon…

“Soon..soon brown stalks awaken with green which turn to leaves.”

Cardiology and concrete.

Beyond the curtain glass wall, footsteps and conversations criss cross continuously. It is pleasantly busy, not unlike a neighborhood corner cafe..

The Woodpecker.

February 9, 2022 This little woodpecker had rammed my living room window. The sound of its impact had startled my sleeping nine year old setter. For the first few seconds it had lain still. Just as I moved to bring it inside, it propped its head by leveraging its beak against the deck’s storage box.Continue reading “The Woodpecker.”