Thanksgiving Reflections
by Ilse Turnsen
“Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic”
Imagine the green earth restored!
In, around and beyond our village
by Ilse Turnsen
“Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic”
Imagine the green earth restored!
By Hilary Jocelyn The first wave had been bad enough, as it hit us unexpectedly right out of the blue, turning us thoroughly upside down and sideways. Then, right on … Continue reading The Second Wave
by Hilary Jocelyn “Come on rain! Bring it on!” I shout to the clouds, dancing an urgent twist and a shake.
I got out of the water in a flash, to capture what I couldn’t possibly imagine appearing in front of me. Such dramatic beauty.
There is much more at play in this world than we can comprehend and we are all somehow connected.
By Marilyn French St. George
Here water, like belonging is ephemeral.
By Amelia Redl
I am stuck at home with my parents and my younger brother and we might as well enjoy this time together.
by Ilse Turnsen
“I perceived, heading toward me, a shimmering projectile, which as it neared, corporealized into a young boy, I judged to be about three years old…”
By Kimberly-Anne Ford
When my grandfather, who had hobbled my grandmother throughout their marriage, passed away, my Grandma became nomadic.
By Joan Garnett
The moon is more than a hunk of rock and ore.
By Michael Cooper
I hold dear to my heart my Louisiana roots; its cooking, its music, its joie de vivre.
Post by Hilary Jocelyn – I suddenly and urgently want to be somewhere else.