Friday, August 26, 2016

"Stillness is vital to the world of the soul.
If as you age you become more still, you will discover that stillness
can be a great companion. The fragments of your life will have time to unify, and the places
where your soul-shelter is wounded or broken will have time to knit and heal.
You will be able to return to yourself. In this stillness, you will engage your soul.
Many people miss out on themselves completely as they journey through life.
They know others, they know places, they know skills, they know their work,
but tragically, they do not know themselves at all.

Aging can be a lovely time of ripening when you actually
meet yourself, indeed maybe for the first time
."
- John 
O'Donahue from Anam Cara

Thursday, August 25, 2016

 Morning to nighttime
cicadas tymbals clanging
drowning out all else.

Monday, August 15, 2016

The bee is not afraid of me by Emily Dickinson

 The bee is not afraid of me, 

I know the butterfly;

The pretty people in the woods
Receive me cordially.

The brooks laugh louder when I come,
The breezes madder play.
Wherefore, mine eyes, thy silver mists?
Wherefore, O summer’s day?

Sunday, August 14, 2016

Eighty-one at 8,
AM that is, just too hot!
Great for pool lazing.

Thursday, August 11, 2016

Ninety-eight degrees,
thunderheads rise on the hills
blackening the sky.

Thursday, August 4, 2016

Cicadas calling,
bumble bees bumbling too,
August summer days.