A slight wind was blowing, and thick clouds kept the sun concealed. A mix of grey tones was the only delineation between the sky and the park walkway. Having rained the night before, small puddles dotted the lawn. Paquin ambled through the wet leaves, breathing in the petrichor, wishing she could bottle that ‘after the … Continue reading Favorite mistake
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Personal Pequod
His gruff persona was as iconic as the lighthouse standing vigil on the knoll above the marina. If you were in the harbor when he returned from a voyage, you would spy him at the helm of his boat, greasy ball cap shoved down over his bald pate, his eyes barely visible. His characteristic oil … Continue reading Personal Pequod
No opportunity wasted
Each morning you wake is a chance to try something new, go somewhere new, be someone new. It's doesn't need to be a big change. It can be as simple as reading a book, or turning left instead of right, or opening your mind to contemplative ideas. With the dawning of that new day, don't let … Continue reading No opportunity wasted
Distant drums
A low rumble spreads across the field, Rising up, lifting up, empowering Waves of sound roiling, a crescendo of spirit Soft leather shod feet tapping, stamping, dancing To the heartbeat of distant drums Keeping time with their life rhythm *Photo venue: Taken during Musical Echoes, a Native American music and cultural festival held each spring … Continue reading Distant drums
Origami wren
Whispering secrets as gentle as a zephyr Shaking leaves of the weeping willow echo Each word, each emotion in equal measure Reading old letters, faded and yellow Our love affair dead, bleeding out through his pen His lies, my offering, wing o’er the meadow Paper drifts on the breeze, origami wren Folded and creased, sharp … Continue reading Origami wren
That voice again
It was exactly how it was in the movies. The accident played out in excruciatingly slow motion. From the moment Callie saw the other car rushing at her in her periphery, to the surreal impact, to her car rolling end over end like a giant, metal tumbleweed, it all happened in half time. Witnesses claimed … Continue reading That voice again
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