I love pink. My phone was pink. My taser is pink. My pepper spray is pink. I have pink shoes (not that many-I have mostly gray shoes). I have pink dresses here and there. I have never had pink hair, though. Hmm. Now there’s a thought. I wonder […]
At times a step may be weighty It may feel like your feet are dragging or that you are walking on empty But a step is a step and needs to be relished It may seem cliche and that it surely is But you can’t discount movement […]
She had just delighted in seeing two squirrels chasing each other up and down a few trees. She couldn’t help but dwell on what amazing creatures there are. They were free. They were bouncy. And, who didn’t want to live in a bouncy house? She would be so […]
Breathe in the air Dream of tulips Feel the twigs under my feet Crunch away on the granola and mars bars The chirping birds are giddy The squirrels blasting a nut It’s time to feel free No icecream worries No fretting over a pinecone A refreshing breeze And […]
I love spring. It is such a fabulous season. It’s about rejuvenation and reinvigoration. The birds wildly chirp and flowers start to bloom. Ok. That last bit is hard on me. My allergies have been killing me. My eyes feel like they are going to fall out. My […]
I, like countless others, take 1000s of photographs with my phone. I also have three very nice cameras and long lens to take on my excursions. One can say I love photography and taking photos. I love capturing normal moments. Odd moments. Interesting signs. Food. I love remembering. […]
Floating, drifting, to and fro There’s no there There’s no here It’s just about Time is rushed and hushed Time is somewhere But not rooted The shoes are well worn Everything is a bluff Ephemeral Vapor mist for a guide Skipping heartbeat This ain’t purgatory But it ain’t […]
Sometimes we are buried so deep in our day-to-day minutia we miss some of the bigger things in life. Sometimes we can’t help but be buried in those small bits. Conversely sometimes we can’t help but just be focused on that big picture. Perspective is often […]
I love to work out. I really, really do. Maybe too much. But there is no such thing. Right? I I also love not talking to anyone while working pout. Or rather, I really dislike talking to people while working out. That is why I don’t do […]
She stopped running right under the light and looked down at her bare feet. They were so bloody. So very bloody. She couldn’t tell which drop of blood came from running hard and which droplet came from her self-mutilation. If only blood could let you know which […]
