Wandering into an evening and arising to a page in a Journal ~ Close your eyes and listen. I echo through the land in the chatter of cicada. In the shrill trill of each bird I am ever speaking. But Continue reading Close your eyes …
Subtle it moves, snaring any thread allowed, gathering each to cords that bind. Subtle it moves within a thought unguarded, shifting with the ebb and flow of a moment. Subtle it is, knowing full well access is gained quietly … Continue reading Subtle it is.
… as a man looked out upon a small field next to his home, a thought arose. It was surely a shame to see such fertile valley soil lay fallow so long. As well, he thought of how he could Continue reading A garden’s yield.
I am moved to sit somewhere else for a moment. Ultimately, I visit journal pages, glancing over words that hint to where I was “then.” And in this moment, albeit the same man, the perspective has been altered. And so, Continue reading Journal entry ~ June 8, 2005.
As I’m dealing with a number of setbacks regarding internet service, I’m leaving a brief piece written a number of years ago … prompted by someone’s suggestion I write about “a sunset.” She pushes off from the towering cliff, setting Continue reading In a sunset.
Within a seed lies the perfection of what it is intended to be. Its essence, a framework erected in relative silence, simply moves to its time for center-stage. Stem, root, foliage, and fruit are filled with vitality … just as Continue reading Journal – about a seed.
“What in the world made him do that?” “What was he thinking … as he stood at the edge.” Thoughts race along our mind’s highway, darting in and around one another, all day, everyday. Sometimes we’re driving, other times we’re Continue reading At the edge.