taking time to enjoy the fullness of life. stopping along the way to savor the sweetness. 237 Reasons I Feel a Hell of a Lot Lighter Today.

Sunday, March 27, 2016. When the sun is setting. Walking barefooted on the sand, I frolicked at the water edge. Watching the sun setting on the horizon, I took as much time as I needed to breath it all in. I wrote your name on the sand. Honestly, much of it was eaten away through the years. And I am just too tired to play the game, again.

Collecting my thoughts, and other things. So, here is a photo of a fallen leaf, adorned with water drops. It caught my eye this morning while I walked the dog. A bit shrivelled, but otherwise sound. However, I really hope I can keep blogging semi-regularl.

This is my journey from being a part time muso working in radio to being a full time muso. The ups and the downs and everything else in between. Sunday, October 24, 2010. I realise that I should have done this a while ago. Monday, August 2, 2010. I must be a masochist. I figure I really must be a masochist. Peace and love my peeps. Wednesday, July 28, 2010. I truly believe that she served a very important purpose.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011. Wishing Scott a most fabulous birthday. Tuesday, October 18, 2011. The tender word forgotten, the letter you did not write, the flower you might have sent, dear, are your haunting ghosts tonight. Above quote used from these fabulous photographs and quotes on flickr. Everything is so beautiful indeed.

I have moved yet again. Friday, 18 April 2008. Just a bit of copy catting really, but basically i have heard good things about word press so decided to give it a go. I am not a natural at anything technical so it doesnt look how i want it to look yet, but i will keep playing around and hope that you can follow me over to my new site at www. Sunday, 13 April 2008.

Sunday, March 25, 2018. These photos of mom are from the late 1950s. And these must have been shortly after her graduation, when she was working at the sioux falls argus leader. what goes on their heads? What life did they have before we came along? What dreams did she have? What did she like to do? What did she think of her job? .

Victory in war is not glorious and not to be celebrated, but stems from devastation, and is to be mourned. From the Dao De Jing. This is not an anti-war statement. The Dao admits that sometimes there is a need for war. However, the glorification of war dehumanizes us. Practicing the Power of Now.