Can you sense the pebblesIn the road that passes byThe old tree? Hear the birds thatPluck away a few blossoms...
Inhale the sunshine...
I am unlearning. unfolding layers of fear that have kept me frozen in vigilance.
Yesterday gleamed like a pearl on a string of Midwestern October beauties. Warm air, puffy cumulus, wild flowers, and a field recently shorn for hay welcomed me and Henrietta for a stroll.
Butterflies playA long gameOver short lives,Ephemeral, eternal,Born to the swing
We’re going the wrong way.Tugging at the long red braid of his beard, Konstantin glares at the maze of jagged boulders ahead as if to intimidate them into clearing a path.
Trees snow, seagulls screech...
Autumn skies whisper softly despondently
imagine a front yard
extending toward the center
of the street, twice as far back then
when this street was narrow
and still made of dirt
in a place named for rivers and wildlife
a sturdy facade belies a buckling form
how long has it been since voices and laughter
filled the interior of this now fragile frame
The last sign of the zodiac
The final stop in the cycle
It contains a little bit of everything
that came before it
at points rushing
and at other parts still
Not one or the other
but both at once
As a newlywed, I struggled to make roti, the most basic staple food of my culture. By definition, a staple food should be simple to make but roti and I were not gelling together. How...
“If the core of man’s spirit is fueled by new experiences, why do so many people do the same things over and over… day in and day out?” asked the Muse of Many Questions.
“Well… I want to flourish. Doesn’t everyone?” asked the Muse of Many Questions. “And I mean… if Aristotle… one of history’s most prominent thinkers thought it…
I am not just simply hungry for skin, but starved for it.
And not just skin, but touch. Hugs. Caresses.
Making my way down the stony beach, I drop to my knees behind my tripod. The rocks are glistening wet. Moments ago they were the ocean floor. Now they are my playground.
In the beginning, I felt so tight and confined. “It’s not yet time,” the icy winds roared in response to my impatience. “You must wait until the conditions are right, or you will perish before you’ve begun.
Despite my well-worn, grey, pleats near the shoulders, hooded sweatshirt, I was cold in the hospital waiting room. I could see blue sky and sunlight through the windows that looked out into the parking lot.
How to describe it?
Her components? HO2
As a substance? The most abundant on earth.
As an element, which is part of life, and therefor me?
Green is the colour of our fourth chakra. The heart chakra, Anahata. I always wondered why green, and looking for an answer I found it in green herbs and leafy-hearted plants.
In an intent to grasp the nature of gathering, this piece is a work in progress. It is still happening, I mean, it is happening right now meanwhile I am writing...
I’m lying of the floor of the land cruiser, 2 cameras around my neck, the 100-400 lens in my hands, the wider zoom propped up on sandbags between my elbows.
A good-humored, middle-aged client I worked with many years ago, a spirited gentleman who returned to treatment around this time of year for help with seasonal affective disorder, opened each of his weekly February sessions with this pronouncement.
I loved the word chiaroscuro from the moment I first heard it, back in 1979, sitting in Prof. Michael Fink’s Italian Art course as an undergraduate studying fine art in Rome.
Window open gulls...
all I’ve let go of
leaves me standing tall and free
and all that remains
is to feel all that passes
like the wind moving through me
Low sun long shadows...