My blood is alive with many voices telling me I am made of longing. – Rainer Maria Rilke | The Book of […]

Some images from a very short walk I took last night at Highland Park.This beautiful wild mushroom makes me think of an […]

skipping beats — This is a divine darkness that they pulse back and forth between them. The goosebumps that run a circle […]

the odds — We weren’t allowed to have TV Guide in the house because Helen believed that Jesus was coming back any […]

Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry, the philosophy which does not laugh and the greatness which does not […]

time travel — Go deep within and sprint back toward her in your mind; the girl child self.  Watch her from a […]

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Instead of doing a 365, I have decided to do a 52 week project of words and images.  I know how I […]

Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we […]