Floating Down the Wakefield Rapids
The mattress was like a cruise ship, not thrilling enough. So the next day I decided to ditch the mattress and shoot the rapids on a styrofoam noodle.
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Floating Down the Wakefield Rapids
The mattress was like a cruise ship, not thrilling enough. So the next day I decided to ditch the mattress and shoot the rapids on a styrofoam noodle.
Come to the Carnival
” it seemed perfectly normal to be served by a waiter in a ballet tutu.”
The Surfer Dude, a small world story
There is much more at play in this world than we can comprehend and we are all somehow connected.
The Glory of Sky(e)
The sky is almost always mesmerizing, never static.
Picture This
By the time we were making our way home, none of us could remember why a naked photo shoot was a good idea.
The Journey
At one point or another, everyone can appreciate Mary Oliver’s ..The Journey..
Driving in Cars With Men and Boys
If “she” exists, that other me who didn’t have a child, she went off on her own in a parallel universe to keep exploring the world.
The Show Must Go On
Theaters, nightclubs, concerts, choirs, art exhibits, vernisagges all gone, shutdown, locked up and closed. Musicians and comics unemployed. Never have the arts and artists experienced such an unforeseen and immediate … Continue reading The Show Must Go On
Afghanistan and the Road Well Traveled
We flew into Afghan territory at dawn, witnessing a spectacular sunrise over the barren, convoluted terrain. At 8 am we were over Kabul.
Trees are my people
These are noble and sacred individuals, whose dignity invites us to look at who we are as beings.
MY AWAY, MY HERE, and BELONGING
By Marilyn French St. George
Here water, like belonging is ephemeral.
On the Bright Side of Isolation
By Amelia Redl
I am stuck at home with my parents and my younger brother and we might as well enjoy this time together.
