Wayfarer

Small, tattered, aged, nothing much to look at, still he cocks his head at you and waits as if inviting you to follow. Asking you if you are prepared; have you water? Food? Never accept those from denizens along the way. Do not forget to mark your way back lest you wander always in this…

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How Long is a Lifetime

Monogamy, when animals do it we call it "mating for life," it is simple and true.  When humans do it we call it "marriage" and go through pomp and circumstance in the presence of witnesses.  Family and friends join in the joy of publicly declaring the choice we have made.  Other people by whom we…

All Dressed Up

We are going on a journey. Each of us leaving on our own to go out in the world and see whose pocket we nestle into. Let us bring a spot of joy and hope into a stranger's existence. Pondering the story I told recently of the coins given to me by a young girl,…

Resuscitation

Waking up, not from sleep, but stumbling bleary-eyed from the Velcro clutch of torpor; the dark and padded room where fascination cannot reach, where wonder dare not cross the threshold, where life itself seems merely a shadow of a thing vaguely remembered from a past to which there is no return that is fading, fading,…

Scents of smell

Photographs. Images captured, memories immortalized for the aeons. I find often the wish in my mind, as I experience life, that I should have the ability to photograph, preserve, and share scents as I perceive them . I wish to transport you to my olfactory world that you might appreciate Autumn from the perspective of…

Safety Deposit

Unlock something. Some matter that exists or existed in a form in which a key was once required for the opening. What used to be protected by that lock? Do lock or contents yet inhabit this world as once they did? At whose discretion were these secrets stowed, and from whom hidden? Queries to spark…

Witness

Shoes passing, eyes always only forward, no distractions, single minded. A world that wanders by, declining the opportunity to notice the bits of life, or loss of it. I look, I see, and in seeing, in taking time to notice, I draw attention from those others who would be simply passing by. Slowing, but never…

My bloody leaking heart 

Walking recently I was witness to a blue jay bombarded by small brown birds, tweeting, diving, circling.  I could only assume these feather bombs were undertaking their best attempt to protect their home and likely their feathered family.  First I wanted to assist, that blue bigger bird was ignoring their frenetic attacks and I felt…