Once upon a time present time myths and lore spoke speak about fairies and nymphs that live in trees. For ages past (and even right now) there are legends and…
Underneath the summer moon I dreamt a dream of hope The world is not dead and drear There’s actually magic in the air A flutter of butterfly wings, is it?…
Fog greeted us as we stepped out into the slightly chilly morning. It hung in suspension in the windless air. Quiet pervaded the neighborhood as we silently stood observing the…
Way, way back in the ages of old, it was widely understood that artists did indeed create the world. The artists were named by their activities such as The Artist…
‘Flowercy – Flower and Poetry’ is one of my personal favorites. I once created a garden in an empty/plain dirt courtyard of an apartment building I lived in. The courtyard…
Yesterday morning, while walking Berkeley (4.5 pound teacup Chihuahua) in our neighborhood park, a pit bull met us on the path. Although the pit bull had a collar on, he…
This morning while walking our bitsy Berko, 4.5 pounds of cuteness, I saw magic. The first hint of the magic to come was a single drop of water that plopped…
Some years ago when I lived in Arizona, I decided to take a Sunday drive. I was in no hurry, so I took the regular city streets, staying in the…