Enya is playing. Such memories. Will try and print to form the words. Scriches are not scribble.
Storm blew through tonight. Stood at the door and took over 100 pictures hoping to get one good picture of the lightning.
Today was…..
Friday night, I sat and wrote. Not with my computer. Bravely, I chose and pen and paper and let my thoughts stream…..
“I have always called my writing scriches because of the sound of writing on paper. I began writing…..
Not all hurricanes or disasters have names. For the past two years I have set with individuals who have been the victims of tragedies and assaults that, quite frankly, transcend any named disaster. I have watched them stand,…..
May we never forget the beauty of storms.
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In a couple of days I will be 63. I have never said this, but I have had an awesome and extremely successful career in business. Though an accountant I was not a beaner. The multimillion dollar companies…..
I have pondered this little leaf since Friday. I suspect the question it raised has existed much, much longer. During a very rare actual lunch break, I sat outside to gaze at the mountains and hear the wind rustle through the trees.
I sat…..
Rumi’s poem, The Guest House, encourages us to welcome all visitors – sadness and joy, prosperity and poverty, abundance and destruction, meanness and compassion. “Each has been sent as a guide from beyond.” Tosha Silver, in her book, Changing Prayers, writes “May…..
Sand dunes where mountains should be. Sculpted and painted by the wind. The wind an artist that knows no rest. The sand sculpture reformed and colors continued to change. The changes never heard a single cry of “But…..
Some morning’s breath so cool and seductive, you cannot help but enter the invitation. Some mornings the whispered invitation lies content in the arms of gentle music….and a dust cloth. So many gifts of rocks, wood, and feathers. And yes, they snuggle in…..
Yes I remember 15 years ago today. I remember the words I spoke to my employees who were shaken as phone calls to co-workers, who were friends, were shattered with screams and sounds no one should hear- or they…..
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