Sleep well.


“I came to America in 1914, by way of Philadelphia. That’s where I got off the boat. And then I came to Baltimore. It was the most beautiful place you ever seen in your life. There were lights everywhere! What lights they had! It was a celebration of lights!I thought they were for me, Sam, who was in America! I didn’t know what holiday it was but there were lights. And I walked under them. The sky exploded, people cheered, there were fireworks! What a welcome it was, what a welcome!”  
From the film, Avalon. 

Avalon, of Arthurian legend, place of lore. America,  perhaps the same, stories of arrival in this country retold through generations, oral history. The beginning of this film, Avalon, always struck a cord because while this fictionalized families history may be different from our own, it is his sense of wonder at a new world that reminds us of our own dreams. Possibility, hope, for now, for the future, for a better life, and what that translates as is so purely individual perhaps in specific want but the emotion of it is more universal. But it is that individual freedom that is so important.  





The edge of the world glows green.

the edge of the world glows green
the farthest horizon that can be seen


An original combination of words rings a bell that can never be unheard. Though often unrecognized as such until repeated, for what in this world hasn’t been said? ~  Teri Skultety

Sometimes things happen in our lives in order to help us find our strength again.

Quoting Anais Nin

“Why one writes is a question I can answer easily, having so often asked it of myself. I believe one writes because one has to create a world in which one can live. I could not live in any of the worlds offered to me — the world of my parents, the world of war, the world of politics. I had to create a world of my own, like a climate, a country, an atmosphere in which I could breathe, reign, and recreate myself when destroyed by living. That, I believe, is the reason for every work of art.”~ Anais Nin

the heart beats

I’ve been to hell, and it was here on earth.
I’ve been to heaven, and it was here on earth.
And there is far worse.
And there is far better.

And that doesn’t mean that there isn’t a Hell,
And that doesn’t mean that there isn’t a Heaven.

We are all stardust and moonshine
trying to find
a way
to be in this world
because we know
we are here
the heart beats.

For we are all…

My Roots.

My roots were deeper than the roots of any other tree
My roots were deeper than the roots that anyone could see
My roots were deeper than the roots and I waited patiently
For him to come and sit with me
If only for a spell
To bring me stories from the world
And secrets not to tell
Of beauty held and love sustained
And roots released from the pain
Of all the dreams I sought to gain
That never were and never came
But made forgiven, rendered meaningless
In his presence, at his kiss,
My roots were deeper than the roots, of any other branch or twig,
My roots were deeper than the roots, and he began to dig.