Some of your hurts you have cured, and the sharpest you still have survived, but what torments of grief you've endured, from evils which never arrived. -Ralph Waldo Emerson Has worrying ever done you any good? It hasn't ever done me any good. I wasn't always a worrier. Some people are born worriers, it's… Continue reading Freedom from Worry
We barely broke eighty degrees here today. There are still some ninety-degree temperatures predicted into the middle of the month, but today Summer officially began to fade. It was windy the first part of the day, settling into a nice breeze this evening. The night air is noticeably cooler, Autumn is set to arrive. I've… Continue reading The New Book: Magdalene Aubergine
Here we are, can you believe it, going into September. Where does the time go? I'm still reading Carl Sandburg's big book of Abraham Lincoln. I've no words adequate to do it justice. There is no doubt that the United States would not still exist, our Constitution would not have been preserved, were it not… Continue reading When Half-Gods Go
At the Gates of Tombs by Carl Sandburg Civilizations are set up and knocked down the same as pins in a bowling alley. Civilizations get into the garbage wagons and are hauled away the same as potato peelings or any pot scrapings. Civilizations, all the work of the artists, inventors, dreamers of work and… Continue reading At the Gates of Tombs, by Carl Sandburg
It is the end of the Summer. I've been doing end of the Summer stuff. I don't feel like talking about writing but, I will say that I noticed, as I was working on something, that I was essentially writing the same story over and over again. I noticed this after watching an episode of… Continue reading End of the Summer Stuff
There is still good in the world. There is still beauty. TS
I've re-started a Tumblr page, and I've created a companion page to this page. The goal is, to keep what is good, to focus on the good things, to find ways to use the internet creating one's own filters for content while also creating content. I couldn't take anymore of the ugliness. I am a… Continue reading Inspirations
I've been tempted to log back on to twitter, to save my account before the thirty days is up. I've resisted that temptation. I've lost track of my phone several times in the last six days, since completely exiting the social media merry-go-round. No sooner was I tempted to get back on twitter, than… Continue reading The Vibe Changed
The rain has been seemingly incessant. It was ingrained in me throughout my youth not to be a "complainer." However, seeing as how I am now firmly into my middle age, I am, on occasion, given to indulging myself in a bit of complaining and I will tell you, I think I've had it with… Continue reading Inclement Weather, and Quotes from Saint Joan
Let's out deep breath wishes another cup of tea would make itself and bring itself upstairs to me... It is October. Not only is it October, it is three weeks into October. We got home from a few days respite in July to a slew of home improvement projects that, for one reason or another,… Continue reading There Is A Season
Some of my favorite fall foliage pictures from years gone by.
Almost December, I wonder what it will bring with it, however much I try not to. I think about the things we think we always wanted, the ones we got, and the ones that got away, in the middle of the day, in the glaring light of dawn, in the fading twilight, in the moonlight… Continue reading In The Lingering of November
I've been doing some serious thinking about the world lately. Can you hear the quiet? This serious thinking isn't a new thing for me. This bout of thinking began with the drug induced suicide of a rock star. I'm referring to it as drug induced because we'll never really know and the fact is that… Continue reading Can You Hear the Quiet?
The Harvest The sparkle on the river, The lights from distant shore, The cold and bitter glitter, The beckoning of more, Is beautiful to look at, ‘tis a pleasing sight to see, Like a woman dressed for dinner, In all her finery, But all that shines is not silver, All that glitters isn’t gold, And… Continue reading The Harvest.
I am being quiet because there is a voice that I need to hear, it is my own. I am choosing simplicity because I can. I remind myself to claim each day with intention. I am choosing calm over chaos. I am believing for restoration. Knowing and having felt a need so great that I… Continue reading Psalm of The Beautiful Dream.
Longing for Autumn Summer has arrived and I am longing for the Autumn Season. Each day grows longer in its strange, lazy heat, making me wistful. Thinking of cooler evenings, of colors faded from the overexposure of prolonged direct light. I miss the cool shadows, the early drawing of night. I realize now it has… Continue reading Longing For Autumn.
Unlimited You know what a woman wants? A badass son of a bitch who can make the trip and still treat her like the most precious being on the planet. A man who’s really a gentleman, even if sometimes she doesn’t act like much of a lady. She wants a proper rescue. She wants gallantry… Continue reading Unlimited
Waking… May 10, 1994 The sweet smell of honeysuckle rested on an evening breeze outside the open window. Looking down the driveway to the street, in the dim glow of the footlights, I could almost see it. There was something dangerously familiar about it all. My head swam a little as I took a… Continue reading Honeysuckle.
DREAMING 9-19-91It sounded like thunder. We could see a strange, red cloud rising up in the distance. Having had only the blank landscape in front of us for hours on end, the cloud was an irresistible sight. Keep moving, I thought, stay in the Jeep. Before I had a chance to say anything you were… Continue reading Dreaming.