Call me mad, crazy, or whatever you like… but i have a theory. Being out in the greater world, beyond social media, i witness polite calmness. People caring for each other. Yesterday morning I hiked with the Boxborough Birders and witnessed a phenomenon i thought was all but disappeared. The ocean wave phenomenon where natural…
Realized i have not put up any of my door pictures of late… so, cheers, to the WP door fanatics… and quote gurus. “And by and by Christopher Robin came to the end of things, and he was silent, and he sat there, looking out over the world, just wishing it wouldn’t stop.” -A.A. Milne…
leaves at war with mother earth holding tightly to birth winter winds gusty march triumphant spring
Philosophy Through Photography a beautiful blog, you should check out, had invited me to participate in a three-day lyrics challenge… which i am completing in one day. Who doesn’t like music, right? so… i willingly, without so much as a struggle, played along and saved songs from neglect… and resurrected words, so good… healing to…
so i was tagged to participate in a 3-day lyrics challenge and thank you to Philosophy Through Photography for inviting. i am cheating on this challenge because i am posting day two, before day one is over. my reasoning is that i may not be here tomorrow… well, i maybe here on earth… but absent…
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wrote it now own the words “stinging nettles” popcorn, chips no escape writhing grapes glowing flames pardon me hold on wash away this grin funny spill easy swipe to wipe pain away hoping still you catch a wave to ride reach high brave sky then crash… burn hotter smoke longer grow stronger pardon me i…
i will be game… and play so thank you to Philosophy Through Photography Life is a series of riddles i propose to catch the color sphere children born of wild dreams this wasting time or is time wasting me away -again… (jeanne 9/19/2018) Lightning crashes a new mother cries Her placenta falls to the floor…
winding up to blow over everyone and everything that stands in my way… i sense no path -forward or backward isolated in a forest with overgrown fears closing in surrounding my feet i change my mind -escape and morph into another hiding once more an invisible ticket expired and worn barely readable the conductor puts…
