Monthly Archives: January 2014

Beyond the river tall  grasses  waving in the wind picked up the shadow of a bird moving across the vista I have seen so many times.   I did not see the bird but tried to find it in the … Continue reading →

I am glad that I am where I am when I am sad.   For me this is the place for me to be whatever I am — filled with pleasure about my treasures or filled with sorrow because so … Continue reading →

At first I was indifferent towards the west as dusk approached though I anticipated at least a little beauty.   There were no clouds to be a canvass for the sunlight.   The coming possibilities seemed to be a less … Continue reading →

I hear a lot of TALKING HEADS as their sounds fill the air and I am distant — sitting in my recliner waiting for my wife to tell me who it is and “what’s the news?”   When words flow … Continue reading →

The sky is gray today.   If I had my way it wouldn’t be.   It’s just one thing amongst many that doesn’t respond to my desires.   I have little say over most things that are and most things … Continue reading →

Fifteen cranes walked by my window. Maybe they strutted by — or meandered by — their ambulating motions so different from the ones I make. I’m uncertain what to call them.   The cranes were traveling north in an orderly … Continue reading →

I walked in the rain and my feet got wet so I took off my shoes & socks before my usual stretch on my beloved recliner.   I began to scrutinize my toes and tried to think of when I … Continue reading →

I went pretty far back into my memory bank. Don’t quite know why I made the journey.   I was resting on the stone wall behind the first church I served waiting for time to close in on 11 a.m. On … Continue reading →

I am a somewhat weather-dependent landscape-dependent person who is very aware that the people I care about can seriously intrude into the moods those realities create.   That happens when those folks I love have tough agendas with which to … Continue reading →

Why is it that some memories persist intruding while others linger but seldom interrupt my mind’s agenda?   I’d like better access to what is stored there.   I’d prefer to sift through my past until I found what’s pleasing … Continue reading →