Love is a lantern Shining up like coins in a fountain Hope is a tree sitting on a mountain where the grass don’t grow There’s a sad old sea but my love is an island Wild and free like the hills in the highlands Hope is a breeze that brings me back to dry land … Continue reading Seagulls and love letters
Give life a mad shake up, with joy
Blossoms below balloons, chaser trucks and Jedi master with Vader Saying it's spring now in the desert. Give life a mad shake up, with joy
Me and my house
So here be I on Saint Paddy’s Day, part Irish somewhere, laughing and sniffing by turns, in the midst of accepting an offer to buy my house. If this offer doesn’t work out, soon enough there’ll be another. There is much that could go right... and wrong... in the weeks ahead, but should this man … Continue reading Me and my house
Butterfly on her toes
I remember the pow-wows, the moccasined feet stepping, leaping, fancy dancing, shuffling amongst persistent sounds of rattles and jingle dresses, whirling shawls and feathered head dresses, ankle bells and stomping. Above all the keening singers at the giant drum. That drum, relentless pounding in flawless sync by four men, sometimes more. All of it, … Continue reading Butterfly on her toes
My MOE to Einstein’s TOE
This afternoon’s outdoor MOE session involved the passage of delicate, transient things in life, reasons for their indestructibility despite their fragility — all accompanied by a duet performed by two dogs in a nearby yard. If I had to guess I would suspect that neither dog had been “fixed”, that one was a male (who … Continue reading My MOE to Einstein’s TOE
The pink donkey applies her smarts
Gigi was a slender, pink roan donkey jenny, half an inch shy of being what people classify as mammoth. She was smart, the boss of her companions. And she was possessed immense powers of observations, as well as uncanny skills which we will hear more about soon. Gigi spent her first six months on … Continue reading The pink donkey applies her smarts
Sun shafts and plum blossoms
1. Plum buds are swelling as errant dove broods doomed eggs — atop garage lights 2. Small man in b-i-g truck rolling by my place each day-- pointing at the house... 3. sun shafts pierce dry air — bees, white butterflies work in flowering plum trees 4. Certain we are not what happens the … Continue reading Sun shafts and plum blossoms
Origins
That which hath been in existence had existed before, but not in the form thou seest today. The world of existence came into being through the heat generated from the interaction between the active force and that which is its recipient. ~Baha'u'llah This world of existence, this endless universe, has neither beginning nor … Continue reading Origins
Fluttery Buttery
Before going outside this very warm, brilliantly blue afternoon I looked at photos of an Achemon month. The creature emerged from its chrysalis near some wooden dowels in the courtyard of my previous home. Creeping up the dowels, it clung for several hours, pumping up its wings. Eventually they measured nearly four inches across. It, … Continue reading Fluttery Buttery
A Meditation
Photo by Jericha Franz Thou seest the Dayspring of Thine utterance in the darkness of creation: Where is the sun of the heaven of Thy grace, O Light-Giver of the worlds? The lamps of truth and purity, of loyalty and honor, have been put out: Where are the signs of Thine avenging wrath, O Mover … Continue reading A Meditation
Rising Over the Smoke 