This is an ode to one of my favorite places on earth.
I hope it stays like this forever.
I am NOT in favor of the land adjacent to it being sold for commercial use.
Let us hope that does not go forward.
If you would like to prevent that please see this page: The Fate of The Green Building.
Secrets in the Shadows
Silver and green
shades of mellow stillness
a shrouded mirror of fog.
Mythical mysteries lurk
Pave paradise and put up a parking lot!
within black pools
beneath the lillies
where time sleeps,
and dreams lie dark,
Thunder is rumbling in the distance.
Raindrops streak the windows as I peer through
at squalls raking the silvered bay below.
Bursts of luminescence break through the gloomy skies
spraying bright hope here and there,
and so I step outside to look for rainbows.
This afternoon I find none, but as I wait,
and these words form themselves in my mind,
the passing storm moves out to sea,
and now the sun warms my face.
and thoughts of love warm my heart.
If you’ve been following my posts for even a short while, you’ve probably realized I look at the sky and clouds a lot and a huge percentage of the photos I share are of the sky, peering into the heavens above. Perhaps that’s because I am drawn to seek answers there, or to be inspired there, or to escape there, from this world down here. Perhaps all of the above.
This morning the clouds looked like a page full of Morse-like code, a message laid out above me, for me to understand and heed, if only I could decipher it. I could not interpret the message verbatim in human words, but the message I got was: this world is beautiful, just take time to see it, to experience it.
I dream. You dream. We all dream dreams. We dream them asleep and awake. I don’t usually remember the dreams I dream when I’m asleep. I do remember the dreams I dream when I’m awake and dreaming of the dreams I want to make real. Without conscious thought, I sometimes discover that I have made those dreamy dreams come true. Sometimes, when I least expect it, when I don’t even imagine it to be possible, the dreamiest of dreams becomes real…or seems about to become real.
I’ve had a lifelong desire to be an artist. I have fulfilled that dream in many ways. However, attempts to paint in oils were…shall we say…not very successful. Now thanks to digital editing algorithms and digital image capture, I can at least pretend I’ve found a way to create the paintings I’ve always wanted to.
This little video is a presentation of faux paintings digitally created from my own photographs, made to appear like the paintings I wish I could paint, if I could actually paint. Continue reading
In The Meadow
In the meadow no one can hurt you.
No one can spread lies about you.
No one can attack you.
No one can make you feel bad.
No one can be mean to you.
No one can hurt you
In the meadow. Continue reading
Soon the sun will rise above those trees at the top of the hollow, sending bright life giving light down to dry the dew in the meadow along the creek.
Soon the sunlight will pass through these trees around the meadow turning into angel’s fingers dancing across the flowers, touching every dew drenched petal and leaf and transforming a common green field into a magic carpet of sparkling rhinestones.
Everywhere hang garlands seemingly tossed casually like discarded diamond necklaces draped between the stems of the taller plants.
You can see this, and feel this too, if you know where to stand and look.
I can show you, but only if you come here early in the morning to the place I call Happy Hollow.
An Easter Awakening
I have been going through some rough times, being attacked personally by someone I once thought a friend, now perceiving me as an enemy, attacking me and defaming me among others, both friends and strangers alike, for reasons unfathomable to me.
I have fought anxiety attacks, depression and as a result, for the first time in a life filled with recurring episodes of despair, even faced down thoughts of a final escape from what is only a temporary problem…I held the full bottle of pills in my hand…wondered if it would be enough…and then set it down again. Closest I ever came to considering taking that final step to find peace. Continue reading
As I sat on my deck enjoying the rare sunshine and 65° warmth this afternoon, sipping my post nap coffee, gazing at the heavens, floating up there among the clouds, I heard a familiar sound in the distance. As always, my heart rose up there with them as they flew above me, honking with pure joy and what I perceived as exhilaration to just be flying, traveling, moving on. Continue reading