A Thursday Morning Post

This madness of March is almost over with its storms of rain, emotion, and change. I hang on, but the storm blows hard and nature has its way. There is comfort in "This too shall pass", but once its passes its gone, with all its life force and chance to live. Embrace.

IF-Toy

Boy, I just would like to have the time and space to play with my toys and not worry about all the to do's.

IF-Cultivate

Sow and reaping: what seeds do you cultivate?

A Saturday Post

The middle of March with its choppy windblown tides and waves batters the haul of the ship of my life. In the confusion I catch glimpses of beauty: this morning’s moon glowing through a moody cloud: I see, from my car, while stopped at a traffic light, a girl and her boyfriend eating hamburgers at In and Out when suddenly the girl starts making huge circular gestural movements with her arms, not in anger, but in some magical grace that the boyfriend drinks up with delight. Then just as fast as it happened the girl returns to a subdued fast food patron. The traffic light changes and I turn right.

IF-Stir

The whole weekend was a stir that turned into a swirl with an off balance delight of over activity.

IF-Warning

There are times when our own wanting safety blinds us from seeing and hearing the warning signs that try to keep us safe.