It was the year 1890, the month was March and the day was the 8th. In a small English town named, Sible Hedingham, a baby girl was born. I imagine the air still had its wintry grip, but easing as Spring whispers her warm promises of green. Wrapped snug in a small blanket and held … More I Was Here
Traditions are our roots and a profile of who we are as individuals and who we are as a family. They are our roots, which give us stability and a sense of belonging – they ground us. Lidia Bastianich I can remember a time, when I was around seven, I couldn’t figure out where my … More Where do you find your strength?
Let us have a chat. Why not? The air is nice, the sun is out, there is a babbling brook near by. And the wind will be warm, as it softly touches our cheek and races on. It can be anywhere. Perhaps you prefer a mountain trail, or the cool damp of sand between your … More Take a walk with me
Found a box of my doodles. I could not help but to smile as I leafed through them. Some dating back to High School, others are 20 to 30 years old. Edges torn, coffee spilled on, but I still kept them. Each one with a short story attached. A memory. A space in time where … More Doodles
She was born with winter in her bones, a frigid wind within each lung. She had skin that rivaled morning frost, her touch a bitter cold that stung. Her only love in life was fire, how it caressed and warmed her skin. She gave her heart to feed its embers, and let it melt her … More Embers
“Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords.” ― Richard Brautigan _________ “I know you and I are not about poems or other sentimental bullshit,but I have to tell you, even the way you drink your coffeeknocks me the fuck out.”― Clementine von Radics _________ … More Have-a-Cuppa
I am forcing myself to sit down. Write. Think. Ponder. I have been quite physical lately, sculpting out my imagination with my hands. It has been very rewarding. I really did not know I had it in me, to landscape. I can do it for hours, my thoughts working out plans as I go. It … More Intuitive-Scaping
Periods of tranquility are seldom prolific of creative achievement. Mankind has to be stirred up. -George Santayana I feel as if I have been gathered by the wind, cradled and uplifted. A new bird from the nest. My eyes wide as I feel compelled to flutter my feathers against the currents. Where will it take … More Gathered By The Wind
The weather has been pretty nice up here in the PNW, so I have thrown myself outside into the dirt with ready hands and an active imagination! I have never had the opportunity to do such a thing before, living in rentals my whole life has kept that part of my creative life dormant. I … More Worker Bee
Did you see me standing there? Shining like a flickering neon sign. Broken cadence of pulsing beams of light. Did I attract your eye? My smile like a tractor beam, these starry orbs deflecting secrets, reflecting you. Did I make you curious? Fingers like Pandora’s, creeping, breathing heavy, because you think your ready? Do you … More Savior Friend
I love moss…..