Artists use many different mediums. Sculptors carve to release. Nature’s mediums are time and the knife of weathering elements.
Oh sweet life, may your hollowing, hallow my laughing spirit and face.
The synchronicity of life often leaves me laughing and always pondering.
On December 22, 1849, Dostoevsky was taken to a public square, along with others, to be executed. It was a public warning to the masses. He waited his turn. After…..
Minnesota and Colorado quickly taught me to celebrate the emerging beginnings of spring which bequeathed only two layers of clothes not three or more. But it is late fall and winter that stirs my soul.
The trees’ nakedness adorns their dance……
My mind simply cannot wrap itself around the physics or whatever it should be called, that explains how dragon flies fly…. or survive. Here’s another one with such fragile wings….
And I, who collects, treasures, gasps, and gives thanks for every feather found, prayed that not a single feather would go amiss.
The fingers of the heart were gifted.
Whisper for the Eyes
“Yes, the baby bunny is washing his or her face. And that, little one, is the whole point. It is the whisper.”
Yes, that these eyes and heart will always be attuned to and aware of little things. To pause. To see. To…..
I remember my last piano recital. Octaves are challenging with small hands. It was a marvelous classical piece that ended with both hands flying down the keyboard in octaves. A brief pause and then simultaneously both hands come crashing down on the keyboard…..
It seems several times, over the last couple of weeks, conversations have turned to bucket lists. I listened attentively and pondered more intensely. Are there things I would like to do before I die? Oh yes. But, it seems my bucket list…..
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