Wabi-Sabi — usefullness in imperfectionThe old pot must have sat in the back of the cupboard for years. In many different cupboards. It had made the moves with him since his…Jun 24, 2023A response icon1Jun 24, 2023A response icon1
Galway — when ghosts visitWalking cleared it up. The foggy head. That one where, especially if you’ve been on the road for awhile, your mind is full of the ‘stuff’…Jun 14, 2023A response icon3Jun 14, 2023A response icon3
The Killing Moon‘Under blue moon, I saw you So soon you’ll take me Up in your arms, too late to beg you Or cancel it, though I know it must be The killing…Apr 9, 2023A response icon1Apr 9, 2023A response icon1
The Orange Grove in the AlgarveIt was late morning when we rode the little bus from the village into the mountain interior. I really can’t recall what we were looking…Jan 17, 2023A response icon1Jan 17, 2023A response icon1
Dancing Lights …. & PizzaIn the rhododendron bush outside the window, the little white lights moved in a slow up and down dance. Sitting at the side of the bed, I…Jan 13, 2023A response icon6Jan 13, 2023A response icon6
TickingThe ticking continued until it didn’t. As the dark turned to light, he thought about all they had talked about the night before. Those…Jan 12, 2023Jan 12, 2023
