Monthly Archives: April 2014

                       WHEN THERE IS LOVE                    AND LIFE BECOMES                           … Continue reading →

I just ate a chocolate bunny left over from Easter.   I have never eaten rabbit though it’s allowed here as is deer. I don’t like to think about cute little animals or even big animals serving human carnivorous  need. … Continue reading →

If I remember correctly (and I probably don’t) “they” were referred to by those of us who referred to them as “old folks” or “the elderly”.   They existed and I had some contact with them but didn’t think a … Continue reading →

t four in the afternoon on an April day in Kissimmee the ingredients for a great sun set assemble in the western sky.   The clouds are waiting to be painted and I am waiting for their beauty to be … Continue reading →

Every morning the world speaks to me and every  morning I listen.   Every morning the message is different — and every morning I have changed, too.   So if I write of my encounters they are never quite the … Continue reading →

It was good to get a quick response from the folks who run this place when our air conditioner died — and good to remember how when frost was in the air and our heating system failed we were quickly … Continue reading →

There is a corner here — when I first came to it about three years ago and turned west I praised with all my being.   The view was so  pleasing — I scarce could contain myself.   I live … Continue reading →

Every day they blow the leaves of the live oak trees that have fallen to the ground the day before — and blow anything else that has joined the earth that is loose and might respond to blowers. Men hold … Continue reading →

They are talking about global issues on TV: the politics of the Middle East — signs of Russian aggression — the disparity between the rich and poor. And I am listening — sort of. I am thinking mostly about the … Continue reading →

Today I spent a bit of  time watching shadows shrink. I submit  that this is a form of meditation. At least it was for me a type of relaxation — relaxation of my mind that often thinks too much of … Continue reading →