My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Finally! I have my beaches back! My first weekend with room to actually roam, and I had Crystal Beach and parts of the National Seashore all to myself. There are still a few stragglers, but the beaches in Destin and Fort Walton were gloriously sparse. The seagulls were even slightly less vermin-y. There is a small … Continue reading The beach is back
No finite point has meaning without an infinite reference point” ~ Jean-Paul Sartre I don't know what's ahead of me But I remember what I'm leaving behind My future is unclear But my past is lessons learned
Gulliver's travels Began upon the ocean Where is my dinghy *On a recent morning walk, my daughter and I spied this one-man inflatable raft tucked away in the woods. We thought perhaps a neighborhood kid left it there. I had to snapped a photo - much to the consternation of my daughter. On our return … Continue reading Oh captain, my captain
Your love makes me whole Dries my tears and gives me hope Happiness rains down on me Your light finds my darkness And chases it away Fear can't hide Where there are no shadows
Nondescript people, Living in anonymous houses, Easily ignored or forgotten. No names, only numbers, Dehumanizing discontent, Demoralizing dreams, Dismissing disquiet. Playing God with others’ lives, A tournament with flesh and blood pawns. Rules constantly changing At the Game Master’s whim. Egos push the margins of mercy, All for bragging rights, For a chit in their … Continue reading Rack and ruin
“You can be so annoying.” She slammed her brush down on the vanity, jars of lotion and power bouncing from the repercussion. “All I wanted to do was spend a quiet evening together, take in a nice comedy. But, no! You have to turn it into an ordeal every time.” He leaned against the door … Continue reading Movie night
Thin spiral notebook 