The light left me, but not the memory of its glow. 8211; Lauren Slater,. Posted in quotations and poetry. I shared this picture, and these words, on Instagram. It was a wonderful day, though not a perfect one. Is there any other kind of wonderful? I thought a lot on Sunday about my own matrilineage.

Friday, May 1, 2015. You are called by different names in different languages like gods. You are the most beautiful blissful garden where sundry flowers bloom.

It was peopled with the Celtic tribes, called. The Forest of Fairy Trees. This is an easy, gluten-free dessert! May 14, 2015.

Hills will tell you that you hate running, but hills lie.

In those instants, our lives may experience joy and sorrow. Being Rudri explores the moments of gratitude that help us navigate the pendulum between happiness and sadness. Concern Yourself with These Thoughts. Read this gem from Zadie Smith.

Maybe it was the work. To get milk down the street. Maybe it was the exposure. They swore it was safe. On Navy ships, valiant,. Maybe it was the agent orange. Uncle Sam admits now, oops. Maybe it was the 40 years of nicotine. The 20 years of whiskey. To function, to forget. Both fought, both defeated.

Mind wanders into the hollow escapades of the past. As words stumble, crumble, splattering in figments onto the parchment. Scattered, scrambling together to form a coherent set of lines. Freeze paned, lead hovers ready to cross, scratch out. Pink embraces paper as the words scream out before they vanish, like they never lived. A sense of calm fills the air as gray slowly dances across the white horizon. Mdash; Leave a comment.

Poetry, writings, photos, and more. On October 19, 2010 by dustus. The One That Got Away. On July 16, 2011 by dustus. I loved her, honest. Warm shoulder, face, soft eyes. Mostly imagined, as well as initial. Rats make for a stupid hat. Benighted cotton balls, human. No airline cruising bag of nuts. Nor fearing yawlps from elephants.

Poetry, prose and anything else my itchy pen decides to scratch. Applesauce, hex nuts and a mad hatter. For dinner, I made a wonderful Greek flatbread with homemade artichoke tapenade and Fontina cheese. Dad is very patient with my culinary experiments. He served himself second helpings. I served a medium-dry Reisling that paired perfectly with the meal. Porch musings from a warm kitchen. A friend sent me a short video of my.