If 6 were 3, I’d like to be all the things that you will see, if 6 were 3. Continue reading If 6 were 3, I’d like to be…
No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man.
Catch the blue train, places never seen before; look for me, somewhere down that crazy river. -Robbie Robertson
My personal spiritual observation of the Mississippi River was a slowly evolving study in its reverence. Sure I was taught the basic geography and history of its grandeur in school but that was only part of the story. Time would teach me to connect the dots, to place geography and history into the greater breeding ground of the soul. Continue reading Of The River and the City- Part 2
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 Continue reading Verse For A Golden Retriever