A brief look inside my mind. A reality that rose, then fell, only to rise again from the ashes of what I believe is true and not true. Tuesday, February 6, 2018. Melancholiness that I have invented. But it does seem others are expressing this same, I feel tired feeling. Saturday, June 3, 2017.

Friday, 18 August 2017. Due to frustrating difficulties with the blogger platform, I have moved to my own site. Thursday, 28 April 2016. If the caterpillar cells had not dissipated into a chaotic mush, the imaginal cells could have not emerged out of chaos and the new creature could not have been born. Is it possible we are experiencing just this process on a world scale? Does Nature know what she is doing? .

The life and poetry of Jenny Miller. Sunday, December 10, 2017. Far Far Away from Here. Dear God, make me a bird, so I can fly far. Some days we just have to call it a wash. This is one of those days. Sunday, April 30, 2017. Time to repel down, .

He looks at you with bright, friendly eyes. Bound to a chair with electrical cord, naked, panting and haggard. While he gives you that warm, shy smile. Open, relaxed, so very sane.

A haven of hope, creation, and optimism. Sunday, August 3, 2014. On the top of a tree. Saturday, August 2, 2014. THE truth and YOUR truth. I recently left a job with a New Age organization I have worked at most of my adult life. I did not start working there because I was a member, I had just simply answered an ad in the paper in my twenties and needed a job. In all that time, I never saw one miracle. In this time of economic struggle for so many, it was wrong to ask people to conti.