Monthly Archives: April 2016

Sometimeswhen I consider everlasting life and wonder how that plays out I find myself considering a peanut butter sandwich. I know how to make one and how to eat it and there is no wondering about that. So I set … Continue reading →

There is a new silence which I’m not privy to, but see: fingertips touch glass — intensity revealed on faces.   If I had seen such awhile ago I’d think they were at prayer and I’d commend their piety.   … Continue reading →

It has been suggested by climatologists that by the end of this century ocean levels will rise six feet,   I won’t be around to see the changes – how our shores will be rearranged to accommodate the higher tides.t … Continue reading →

It ‘s been awhile since I heard the expression: “It’s nothing to write home about” meaning, of course it’s no BIG DEAL.   Well, I write about stuff that is “nothing to write home about” and I do it all … Continue reading →

I wish I had the power to bring the ocean here – to turn the little ponds I see into big waves that splash upon a sandy shore – the sky so clear. That’s what’s in my mind today –that’s … Continue reading →

When I awakened from my nap I thought it was strange – but I was thinking of that piece of coconut cake in our refrigerator — and I was salivating. The pillow was dampening because of my developing intentions to … Continue reading →

There were those times when I was intrigued by: “Which comes first the chicken or the egg?”   I have discarded that and now consider matters much closer to my life: “Who will die first the husband or the wife?” … Continue reading →

I have a need to look out a window and if I could not sit here where I can see the out of doors my life would feel deprived and I’d be denied what I believe I need to fill … Continue reading →

The other day my nose ran as I was walking.   My nose doesn’t walk and I don’t run anymore much to my distress.   I need a handkerchief more than I need track shoes.   But as we are … Continue reading →

There are moments when I savor memories.   I pull them from a reservoir so deep — one that’s deepened over many years.   I have a habit: returning to. the was because what is is sometimes not enough to … Continue reading →