My journal of big words and pretty pictures
A strident environment, Unyielding and discordant, The catalyst for metamorphosis triumphant. Transforming archaic beliefs emergent, Their nurtured nature intransigent. Truth will find fulfillment, Regardless of errant agents Undermining change eloquent. Incoherent arguments maleficent, Weak and indefensible, transient. Volume and vitriol add nothing intelligent To a unredeemable comportment. False prophets who deliver abhorrent preachment, Fueling their … Continue reading Convergent
He is an angular man, obtuse with a straight-edged mentality. Two-dimensional in his scope, wavering neither up nor down. Square-jawed masculinity shades his inner disarray. His flippant tongue has gotten him in trouble more than once. Cutting remarks cannot be dulled by a sharp wit, they still wound. Those piercing eyes follow you everywhere, seeing … Continue reading What’s his angle
I like taking pictures. Hopefully, I can live up to my tagline, and they turn out to be “pretty pictures.” When I’m out rambling around local trails and beaches, for the expressed purpose of trying to capture the natural beauty I see around me, sometimes what I see may not be thought of as beguiling … Continue reading Extraordinary ordinary
“Never look backwards or you'll fall down the stairs.” ~ Rudyard Kipling We can't change our past, we can only learn from it. There is nothing accomplished by replaying our mistakes or regrets. We can learn from our "could'ves" and "should'ves." We've got to keep moving forward and up, or all that baggage will paralyze us. … Continue reading Never look back
Live life out loud! That can be hard to do when your entire life has been spent trying to not be the center of attention. When you’ve kept to the shadows, not causing any problems, rarely speaking out, or taking up for myself. I joke that since I’ve crossed the 50-something threshold, I’ve earned my … Continue reading These go to eleven
“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
Thin spiral notebook 