Hemisphere

My mind sets sail on calm oceans to cross the hemisphere 
where stories are kept and told in quarter tones to the wind.

Verse For A Golden Retriever

I sit in the evening still, a symphony of cicadas caressing my ears as their chorus trade places with one group of trees for another; not unlike a hypnotic trance. I’m surrounded by a black velvet sky perforated by the pinhole lights of stars. The new moon is hiding its face as the planet Venus gracefully observes. And I wonder when will I see my old friend again?

Your arthritic limbs slowed you down physically but not your heart. The site of you rolling around on a cool patch of good earth, a look of

Every Picture Tells a Story

“All things must pass” -George Harrison

This is Levi, who belongs to a good friend of  mine. This picture, taken July 1st, 2015 was the last face I saw as I left Raleigh, North Carolina to move to St. Augustine, Fla. I will miss Levi as well as the many friends I’ve known for the past 15 years in which Raleigh has been my home.                                       -JC

 

You or Me

 

 

 

 

 

On this road my life does trace
Forgotten love, forgotten face
Another time, another place
What part of me have you become
Is it you or is it me?

A Magic Window

“God writes the Gospel not in the Bible alone, but also on trees, and in the flowers and clouds and stars.”  -Martin Luther

Everyone needs a magic window, a window to pray by, to meditate by, or to just say hey by… a window to gaze up at the stars and wonder why by, a window looking out over the backyard to make peace with the day by. This is a thin place; where the veil between the material and spiritual world is most transparent allowing a glimpse into the other side.

Words in Flight

“May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks.”
-J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit

It is time my children, you must leave this fortress; the battlements turned down. As Perceval left the forest in search of the Grail he knew nothing about, there are new adventures at hand for you and for me that we can’t at this time perceive… new words to write and old ones to reprimand. But it is all for naught if you never enter the world.