A few days ago I was in the moment and wrote this little poem. The next day we had an early morning shower . . .
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Summer . . .
Muffled sounds of thunder ( Read more... )

I am drawn to this place more than anywhere else. I was down at the pond the other day sitting peacefully on a shaded bench being mesmerized by the calmness of the water and taking in the beauty of the last lotus of the season, when suddenly a ripple started in the center of the pond and made its way to where I was. As it moved into the dappled ( Read more... )

Yesterday afternoon -- two different “finds.” I didn’t figure out until a little later just how closely they were related! ( click here for the rest of the story )