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TAKING TIME, MAKING TIME

Taking time for the little things is something we’re supposed to do. Making time to get it right is always the challenge. In some worlds, maybe yours, time is elusive, slippery, until you get rewired one way or the other.

DRAW LINES, BUT KEEP IT QUIET

If you want to set a border, first draw lines. Could be a property line, could be a county line, or state line. Why not start with some internal work first? Internal work? What’s that?

NATURAL BEAUTY, OR CLOSE ENOUGH

Natural beauty? You know it when you see it. You should know it when you see it after a certain age. Do you see natural beauty, or do beauty ‘influencers’ show you? Let’s start at the beginning. Let’s start with your mom, my mom, any mom.

BABY LOVE: HOW TO SURVIVE THE OUTCOME WITH A SONG

Baby love isn’t about babies, it’s about the first time we feel something about another person. What was ‘that something?’ Baby love, because from a distance, a fourteen year old or fifteen year old is a baby. Big, but still a baby fifty years later. Maybe fifty-one. Was it a special teacher that kindled those […]

PROMISES MADE. THEN WHAT, ARIZONA ANGEL?

Promises made to yourself are one thing; promises made to others are another. Which one is more important? Does one carry more weight than the other? It depends on how good your memory is.

FLOWERS CELEBRATE AS SEASONS COME AND GO

Flowers celebrate every year on this fence. They all wait their turn to shine. The last one never sees the first one. The queen of the fence asks, “Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality. Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see.”

INVISIBLE BEAUTY: WHAT WE DON’T SEE

Invisible beauty is all around when I take a walk with my favorite. From the lattice-like leaves of a tiny plant, to clouds, to Mt. Hood, it’s all around for the taking. One of our walks goes past a rosemary bush that needs more trimming than the owner can do, and we love rosemary chicken, […]

MY STILL LIFE WATERCOLOR

It’s a still life watercolorOf a now-late afternoonAs the sun shines through the curtained laceAnd shadows wash the room Every time I walk out the front door I hear water falling. Instead of running to find the source, I remember it’s a yard fountain. I’ve grown so accustomed to the sound that the silence left […]