Saturday, August 15, 2015

Friday, August 14, 2015

Thursday, August 13, 2015


       Supermoon 8.14

Wednesday, August 12, 2015


you remind of yellow
you remind me of blue
yellow makes me smile
and so do you

~the Sinatras

Tuesday, August 11, 2015


"The floor seemed wonderfully solid. 
It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther."

                                                                                                          ~Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Monday, August 10, 2015


"Everything goes away, Jack Sawyer, like the moon. 
Everything comes back, like the moon"
                                                                          ~ Stephen King , The Talisman

Sunday, August 9, 2015


Whenever I gaze up at the moon, I feel like I'm on a time machine.  
I am back to that precious pinpoint of time, standing on the foreboding, 
yet beautiful, sea of tranquility.
I could see our shining blue planet Earth poised in the darkness of space. 

                                                                                                                                  ~ Buzz Aldrin

Saturday, August 8, 2015


still waters run deep

Friday, August 7, 2015

five facts about me

1. I share my life with intelligent, humorous, creative,  loving companions 
2. My daughter is my joy
3. I'm a creative, mindful being
4. I have suffered much loss in the recent past
5. I carry on

Thursday, August 6, 2015



Wednesday, August 5, 2015



deep inside the heart of this troubled man
there's an itty bitty boy tugging at your hand
born bitter as a lemon but you must understand
that you've been giving me joy

~Iron and Wine

Tuesday, August 4, 2015


Maude:  I would like to change into a sunflower most of all. They're so tall and simple.
                what flower would you like to be?

Harold:   I don't know. One of these, maybe.

Maude:  Why do you say that?

Harold:  Because they're all alike.

Maude:  Oh, but they're not. Look. See, some are smaller, some are fatter,  some grow to the left,
              some to the right, some have even lost some petals. All kinds of observable differences.
              You see, Harold,  I feel that much of the world's sorrow comes from people who are this,
              yet allow themselves to be treated as that.

Harold and Maude (1971)

Monday, August 3, 2015


"Feet what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?" 
                                                                              ~Frida Kahlo

Sunday, August 2, 2015


Listen gently to the air, you may find me there

Saturday, August 1, 2015

Year 5

       Begin. Over and over, again. 

       That is the cycle, correct?    
       More blooms in the garden of loss this year.  Making peace comes much more 
      slowly than before.  How do we say goodbye without losing ourselves? 

      Breathe. Over and over, again.