By Hilary Jocelyn – I tried desperately to struggle loose, but each attempt led me deeper and deeper into the murky glue, until I was imprisoned up to my waist.
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
Gratitude, light and river love🌿
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.
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.
The sky is almost always mesmerizing, never static.
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
By Marilyn French St. George
Here water, like belonging is ephemeral.
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…”
Hello, sun in my face ” she writes
Streams are connections that enable us to thrive.