My journal of big words and pretty pictures
I treasure the earth. Warm sunshine and clean air. Quiet solitude where I can hear myself think. Soft moss and velvet ferns That cushion my feet. The lullaby of the forest, And symphony of the ocean. Sweet camellia and magnolia blossoms, Fireflies and hummingbirds, imagination in flight. Treat her well, and Mother Earth will reward … Continue reading Mother Earth loves you
I loath having my photo taken. Forget water-boarding, bamboo splinters under my fingernails, heavy metal blasted at 11, or even sleep deprivation (been there, doing that), the worst form of torture is posing for a portrait. I've been brought to tears before because I couldn't escape a camera aimed at me. Want to piss me … Continue reading Self expression
At some point in your childhood development, someone - perhaps a parent, perhaps an older sibling, most assuredly a high school nemesis - has flung those fateful words at you, "grow up!" Whether we displayed immature decisions or actions, fashion or opinions, someone deemed our choices inappropriate for our chronological age. Now that I am … Continue reading Grow up
It seems that the older I get, the more early memories of my life simply disappear. I'll get a glimpse of an image, but for the most part, there are whole chunks of my childhood that I cannot remember. What I do recall doesn't follow any kind of pattern. There's no telling what will flashback, … Continue reading Origami cranes
The similarities between the aluminum chain-link fence, and the barbed and twisted vines, made for me an interesting contrast. One barrier metal, the other wood; one made by man, one by nature. Both, formidable deterrents to trespassers. Curved, twisted, and intertwined, each a twin of the other... but not.
Blood is thicker than water, but ink is thicker than blood. Over the years, I have gathered a tribe, formed my own family of brothers and sisters. We have a shared love of words, passing around quips and phrases like well-loved heirlooms. Spread out to the four corners of the world, we are as close … Continue reading We are family
Thin spiral notebook 