My journal of big words and pretty pictures
October, the harbinger of fall, is more than half over. Fall foliage has reached and maybe passed its peak colors. Bold reds and oranges, bright yellow and purples - the different hues rival any rainbow. Yet… here in Florida, where temps are still summer-ish, and the majority of our trees stay green year-round, we have … Continue reading Because I’m beautiful
“Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.” ~ Anton Chekhov I had to come to the brink of shattering completely before I found my strength. Gossamer-thin fissures crisscross my whole being. You can’t see them unless I’m standing in the Light, then I am ablaze in … Continue reading Glint of light
A clown with a temper, he does what he wants without fear from his laird. His purpose is to mock with humor, to say what everyone wants to say, but can’t. A few court sycophants think him a dull fool, but he has a rapier wit and even sharper tongue. He can cut through chicanery … Continue reading He’s no fool
"In a wood full of princes, freedom is a kiss..." ~ Martin Page and Bernie Taupin (music and lyrics), "These Dreams" Misty illusion Astray in an ageless wood Never want to wake
I don't know why I am drawn more to sunsets than sunrises, to the dark rather than the light. There is a sense of magic about the night. A solitude not given to daybreak. A stillness to the day that I can feel. As if all the stress falls away, dipping below my own horizon … Continue reading Without peer
Surviving pestilence and plague, vandals and thieves, weathering blizzards and scorching sun, floods and drought, still I rise, still I am restored, still I endure. Rising from the ashes, a phoenix among the flames, ignoring rules of behavior to grow according to my expectations.
Thin spiral notebook 