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 higher than buildings and junks of every order and even lifting beyond the trees and the mountains. The difference in these eyes…

I don’t as a rule write of personal feelings, though for those who read my work, they would argue that my feelings are evident.   I wish to comment on a favorite blogger whose site is Full Moon Fiber Art.com.   She is Maria Wulf and she posted Loving Rocky.   It is a big decision she and…

There are words not in fashion these days.   The words are so old they are perhaps Victorian.   Words like honor and commitment.  When these words are used by someone who truly understands the weight of words, there is a time of hesitation, of expectancy and a heart stopping moment that puts the word into a…

(In May of 2000 I, with the help of family, had self published a hard cover book of poetry called Kiss The Moon;  A Woman Speaks and Gives Grace. Except for a few copies I held back, 500 books were sold.   In the front of the book I explained how the poetry came to be.  …

A grandson asked me to explain how my writing comes about.   How I give birth to things and the meaning of some articles and poems.  Some authors and musicians have said that the words and music are heard with an inner ear.  Often writers will say they are writing with the flow. Ralph Waldo Emerson…

I was thinking of our son's disappointment in the baseball tournament.  He coached the team and they lost.  He poured himself into them and it just did not come together.  Another place, another time, I told him.  It will happen I should have said. His disappointment was keen and I could not take it seriously…

There is a mountain top sitting on the edge of nowhere eager for attention.   Eager for those with a need to know to start the journey.   Eager also to dispense knowledge where there will be help. We ask with great hope for the kind of help given by those who have been driven by a…

The doctor was thoughtful as he asked, `is she in pain?'  And I said that she takes the stairs quite slowly and has difficulty in the morning.  I felt as if I was describing myself.    He touched her head lightly and said, `take her home and love her.' The walk home was longer than the…

I was a young girl, about 12.   It was our first summer on The Farm and it was a hard one.   But it also was filled with good food straight from the warm earth. My mother had a talent for growing things in the city, despite its polluted air that even 70 years ago people…

What we create are memories.   Not only for ourselves but for others.  What we think we are doing and creating,  to another within their frame of reference, is an altogether different thing.   For ourselves we may be enriching our experience.   For the Other, we are oftentimes teaching something of great value.  Or simply giving them…