These stories have been written over the years. Choices made and paths taken have brought me to places I both expected and those that I had no idea would be. The sights and sounds, the air and life, all of it around me, welcoming new experiences, joys and connections to those things both seen and those things we can only feel in the moments of our life.
One Winter Solstice …
Let me tell you what I saw.
No more double knots …
She fed him, and tended to things he could no longer do.
I sincerely want to thank all of you have read the book Hold Me …
Let’s write your story together.
I don’t want to see any holidays …
A message from a friend-
I have contributed to climate change-
He was a painter and artist-
In the spring, on one bright Maine sunny day, the earth revealed it to me.
Starbucks, Robert Frost, Earnest Hemingway, coffee …
We must respectfully decline to publish THE CAT IN THE HAT.
I was hungry, as is most often the case.
We were alive and drank coffee.
Butter melts at 98.6 degrees …
It had nearly hit me on its fall …
His love of life was contagious.
I remember the night he left us. It was very cold and you had called to tell me he was having a hard time breathing. I wish I had jumped up and traveled to your door quickly, but I did not. I had spoken with him the morning before when he had sat up and […]
… a visually moving drama of two lives, finding voice with each other …
It’s the music and rhythm of her life that connects us-
I’ve been nothing but trouble since day one.
Rolling it out of the garage, exchanging cold cement for black tar, I started it up.
I just enjoyed sitting under and with her.
The small archipelago was last the place on earth discovered by great Polynesian mariners …
The tropical fish were very colorful and for the most part, interested only in their daily life, foraging for food and swimming around doing what fish do.
You must grow the tree, harvest the fruit, squeeze the juice into a glass and then compost the remains.
It is rare to find a friend like that.
There is a small orange tree I take care of.
Tucked away on the remote island of Maui Don kneads together only the finest of ingredients …
The birds had been awake for some time now, chirping and fussing of this and that.
“We are just plants with feet.”
Fox and I had just cleared a number of trees from the side of the gulch.
“It’s too bad. Such is life.” …
She watched over me and waited …
There is great harmony in this relationship …
Benjamin Franklin landed in Philadelphia in 1723 at the age of 17.
The day was absolutely gorgeous, some clouds and sun, an occasional breeze which attempted blow through my totally sweet soaked clothes.
And come sunset, the birds chirp with their bellies full, their family in the nest-
… realizing i am here, for only a while.
… he gave me the opportunity …
The little critter, paused and hovered, realizing our encounter was not the normal cat and mouse adventure.
He must have used it, often and with ease, opening a letter or two. I like to think he did.
Maui … it’s like a botanist’s dream ….
I must have missed her from the very start, the very moment we stepped into the world together…
They did fun stuff.
Fresh water was hard to come by two thousand years ago.
You alone, found me a home,
a place to rest…
I did not trim it, but let it find its length and way in the sunlight it would have.
I almost fell off a ladder.
Moselle lived a wonderful life…
It was a happy day.
This is the kind of stuff I deal with in the morning.
Hey, if someones wants to have coffee with me, I’m in, no questions asked, just say when and I’m there.
During a renovation; however, I saw things …
… people say you should not put a fork in a toaster …
not some five or 8-pound wannabe, but the real deal …
… I could not wait till it was time for recess.
Perhaps to make it last beyond me …
I hope that one day we will come together again-
Your stillness mattered most, amidst the threat of driving rain.
The little guitar could not speak, but only looked on as the artist spoke.
Our intellect is both our success and failure … emotions flutter and disorganize us throughout our lives. It is in the seeing and knowing and loving of each other in all of our states that is the true love, the true life, we all long to have.
I often think of how authors before me have lived and written.
There was much more to Charles Darwin’s Galapagos than he could have ever imagined.
“You’re kind of big and old to be climbing trees?”
The points of the slivered crescent moon looked up into the night as stars in waning conversation, casually looked toward the earth. An odd man, dressed in striped pajamas walked on wet grass below them. He was carrying a large spear, made of Bamboo and an old saw blade and, of course, a hot, creamy […]
The word news is actually the plural of the word new. News is like alcohol. It may feel good to the mind and body at first, but at some point it becomes heavy and a burden and the sooner it gets processed out of you, the better you will be. Some news can bring us […]
Some trees needed to be trimmed as they had overgrown their space.