. . wild oregon blackberries august 31 2012 . .
. “When I was young, I admired clever people. Now that I am old, I admire kind people.” . Abraham Joshua Heschel Warsaw Jan. 11, 1907 New York Dec. 23, 1972 .
. You take something in. And in the way that you communicate this to someone else, this is your art. Everyone does this. Relating is creating. Everyone will contain things with labels. We must often look beyond the labels to see. There will be people saying that only some people do art. But that is…
. . In the Love of God a heart is always young. . Glynn Young . .
you will be kissed with the breath of life the sun will shine within you fill you just when you think you’re lost you will be closer than before you will find yourself standing at my door .
. Sunday afternoon found us in Cine Magic Theatre on East Hawthorne Street in Portland. Casey and i went to see Moonrise Kingdom. I recommend that you see it if you can. . One man brought his very well behaved dog with him. A regular dog, not trained to lead. The man and dog…
. Saturday evening i went to see an outdoor concert. It’s been awhile since i have attended such an event. Long enough that i realized that, with age, i no longer want to get to a place early to ensure a place to sit, and i wouldn’t want to pay extra to stand in…
I just started a line of postcards. There is one postcard in my line of postcards…so far, that is. The image is a pastel work by Valerie Kamikubo called “Pomegranate.” It’s a beautiful, warm image for winter correspondence. Some of you may know Valerie from her blog. . .
i am only beginning to understand the overwhelming need of sharing the desire of together and yet there is the fear the fear of the other person i wonder if most disfunction that we perceive in ourself and others is not in the desire as much as it is in the fear
. . August 23, 2012 surroundings
pages of a book being turned by the wind long dead grass damp and bending tender blackberries dropping into my hand a summer ending bees hungry sometimes heartache feels good . .
the unexpected comes out of the expected life out of death revelation out of the ordinary within the day to day exchange of conversation God’s golden breath of light whispers “I am here” . .