Slowly, Slowly

It’s increasingly important these days for us to slow down. Too much of our life is spent rushing from one thing to the next, never stopping to smell the roses, to borrow a tired colloquialism. I’m even aware of that as I write, since I usually write 2-4 of these posts in a sitting at…

Like Filaments of Thought Drifting

My thoughts drift wild like spider’s silk in the wind, unburdened by fate or destiny, unhindered by apprehension, and unbound by rules of engagement. My eyes are wide, listening to the music of the sky and drinking deep of the symphony of the pines. The approach is near, the ascent beginning, the starter pistol fired….

Bradburyesque

Ray Bradbury is probably one of my favorite authors. His way of putting thought together into ideas that build images is simply incredible. It never fails to amaze me when I read his short stories how much world he can build in so little time. In only a few sentences he can transport you to…

All Aglow

Few things will ever capture my heart the way a sunset does. It doesn’t matter if it’s spectacular, with rays spilling out and lighting up the clouds, or overcast, slowly dimming til the darkness takes over and starts its program for the night. All that needs happen is the tempered sinking of sun under horizon,…

Downpour

“Downpour, did I make you proud?” This is my favorite line from Jeremy Messersmith’s “Ghost”. To me, it evokes the feeling I get whenever I think about my current life situation. Every person I get close to is like a downpour, overwhelming me and irrevocably changing me in ways I often can’t understand until long…