Month: February 2019

  • Challenging the Ethers. . .

    Challenging the Ethers. . . with today’s vernacular is a noble attempt.  Hard to find an ancient mind not colored by the passing centuries.) If man is the result of the whim of the Potter,  how dependable is the Potter? ***** Or is the lump of clay thrown willy nilly at the whim of the…

  • Bless The Experience. . .

    When this was first published a letter arrived thanking me because it was used in a eulogy for a person who was difficult at best.  No words of gratitude for this life could be found by anyone who had not been deeply affected by this wounded soul.  That they found these words to give them…

  • it will follow as the night the day, the bard says. .

      I guess it all is a matter of how you look at life because it will determine your path and your prejudices .  And you will ultimately determine how you go about your life.  My glaring fault according to my sister and my mother who no doubt discussed this failing in detail was that…

  • With Names Attached. . .

      He called me gullible.  Is it the same as trusting I asked?  He blanched.  And he had reason to.  There is nothing in the common vernacular to put nuance into words touching the heart. When I watch the Morning Joe and Mika program and listen to the worldly guests  I wonder  the world  I…

  • The Godfellows. . . .

        They Whose Vision is Long and Far Away. . . I see a difference in the eyes of people whose vision is long and far away.  These are people whose eyes do not stop at the curb but travel distances to a horizon hampered only by trees if it is good, but not…

  • To See The Connections. . . .

    It is a fact of life that when things are offered and we do not accept them, then when we want them, we find they are withdrawn.   It is a matter of inner vision, not having to do with sight.   We cannot see our need at the time.   But upon thinking and when we see…

  • What I Bring To The Table. . .

    You think it is a neat hat?  My numb hands brought forth a memory of how to knit this after 50 years. Many dislike old talk but when one is trying to adjust to a life of diminishing returns,  there should be some straight talk about how does one cope with it all. Mine has…

  • The Greater Heart. . . .

      Everyone assumes that this blessed day of the Heart will be a happy one for all.  And if it is true for you and you and your beloved are partners in this great adventure,  you are to be smiled upon and wished much happiness.  Guard it  and each other well.  It is truly a…

  • We Are The Music. . . .

            We Are The Music. . . You say, pull the shade! Or the neighbors will see.     I say, What will they see? Us dancing? I rest my head on your shoulder and am happy in the embrace. Us dancing in the kitchen too small to move much, but close…

  • Valentines For Ever’one . . .

      ‘Til ever’ name is called  . . . Can we make valentines,  he asked?    The younger looked as if he was torn by a big decision. Why make them, I asked?   ‘Cause there are lots I know and they be real from me,  he said.   How real I asked and he looked at me…