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Iron Sharpens Iron

timid soul sparks lighta feeble space to wondersharpen iron words And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark insideContinue reading “Iron Sharpens Iron”

Wordless Wednesday (gone Wordy!)—Scale

HEMINGWAY DAQUIRI | 11 Papa’s favorite. A slightly tart variation on a classic. the heart all along poisonious water to drown soul scorched by star fire Photography challenges @Dutch goes the Photo For Guy Ferrari eats visit The Lone Star Taco Bar in Allston, MA. Then head over next door and try Deep Ellum for great ginContinue reading “Wordless Wednesday (gone Wordy!)—Scale”

Week in Review: B&W

a path of voicesretrieve the warm clues scatteredyour time approaches I have never stayed with one theme on my blog for very long. This is my third consecutive week to post a “Week in Review: B&W”. Progress? Calm in my chaos? If nothing else, a personal record! 🙂 A week in review. A visit toContinue reading “Week in Review: B&W”

Thursday Doors (on Saturday)

Jeanne©️ time passes the grail rusted nails held against me squeaky hinges fail This bird and I. The eyes capture all. His advice? Don’t shut the door on seeing. Listen, and the mystery of life will rise up to greet you. There is no greater act than to love. Norm 2.0 Thursday Doors

Thursday Doors

Sarasota Florida has marvelous doors. The weather is grand too. You might decide to stay outdoors when visiting. Although when the humidity is too high, the luxury of air-conditioned indoors might suit you. The area I stayed is an artist’s colony. The Ringling Museum of Art is nearby. That will be a destination on myContinue reading “Thursday Doors”

Letters to Mrs. Marshall

preoccupied dreamsstacked memories to leaf throughblades of hope full bloom Chanced upon this stack of love papers, piled high and grown larger with time. Now to sit and relish in space forgotten and live their second summer. When flowers bloom, a lover’s scent caresses a cheek.