Pick Your Dream to Slip Within

Good morning, the sun is warm to bathe in, the air is cool, the scent of coffee made by a neighbor drifts in the air and the bird calls are so quick, until one bird sings longer, more loudly, and complexly; the coffee aroma drifts near, drifts away, wind in the trees. My eyes are…… Continue reading Pick Your Dream to Slip Within

Amongst Creative Things, Practical Things and the Unfailing Blend of Them Both

It was time for his history lesson, but the teacher was late. 🍎🧚‍♀️ There are lessons happening with us, including ‘practical’ ones, like receiving my CPR/First Aid/AED for Adults and Children certification. I noticed how this was such a normal group of students; it was almost impressive, but I don’t know if that’s the word.…… Continue reading Amongst Creative Things, Practical Things and the Unfailing Blend of Them Both

A Poem that Sings and A Song with Many Folds and Depths

The sound of falling rain had me realize right then that I hadn’t heard rain in awhile; I listened, made a cup of tea, tapped away the steeped leaves on the wide flat spoon that had been gathered from the teapot afterwards, as the tea bell sounded a second, and it was ready. I took…… Continue reading A Poem that Sings and A Song with Many Folds and Depths

From Sky to Earth and Earth to Sky, So Little Difference

Afternoon moment of rest, I took out the poems of hers I’d written and read one; I saw then in the corner of my eye the place of the sky I faced had changed color. She placed a little blush there for me to find, and so I sent up a kiss. early afternoon *Excerpt…… Continue reading From Sky to Earth and Earth to Sky, So Little Difference