Monthly Archives: October 2015
I read with delight a Mary Oliver poem on sunflowers in her new book Felicity. I stood before the sunflowers, as her poet’s voice urged, and started to listen. As I stood so silent before the sunflowers, a cacophony…..
Watching in stillness the moon’s arrival against the blue autumn sky. She’s come to greet and merge with the sun’s light. Such visitations can make one’s heart quiet and sometimes to drift. Tonight, with the moon, I merge my own rising and setting around all…..
I have seen rivers run down mountains. I have seen mountains that have withstood thousands of years carved like butter from the river’s trails. The sight leaves me breathless. To see a chiseled mountain face carved with the heart’s rivers of tears spawns…..
Sometimes it feels I stand in a world of giants. A hobbit for sure. Sometimes it feels among the giants my size is not my only flaw. A human hobbit for sure. My heart’s aspirations, among the giants, may not always be true……
It seems life is moving quicker. I missed fall’s grand dance. Yes, patches of yellow and red scattered here and there but I missed the grand parade and finale. Or, so my mind would say. Yes, life seems to move quicker now. More…..
Invisible waves of social media and TV are bombarding our nation, perhaps even much of the world. Political ideologies on stage tonight and not, and in other venues earlier, like the harpoon flung from Ahab’s hand, bellow, debate, deny, and scorn…..
The crest of the mountain pass always takes my breath away. This morning, there simply was no oxygen. There below me the mountains and mesa were swimming in an ocean of clouds. Gifted no traffic behind me, I had to pull over…..
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