Our Ego in Art
I hope every creative finds themselves in a park-bench moment, witnessing the world love what they’ve created.
Like the Animals
I’m not looking to channel my inner duck, cat, or dog. I want to channel my inner wisdom, that reasoned being that I’ve always carried and who has waited patiently for me to tune in. We all have this gift. Let’s use it, even when no one is looking.
My July
It’s a hot month, but over the years I’ve made the best of it. This has been a good July, and my coming-out-as-senior shenanigans have inspired me to acquire fun accoutrements to wear when I’m out doing the mundane things.
Awe: I Write It Out
Unless your emotional circuitry is fried, you’ve experienced the quiet, giant awe that stands and stretches against your organs, bones, and flesh.
Yardbirds: Popeye and Olive
I’m not signing up to adopt them after three days, but I don’t hate it when they visit. So, while I can, I’ll toss out a little seed and take a little delight to my heart as the yardbirds scratch and cluck around my yard.
Horns and Hang Gliding
Lately, I feel stuck. My hands grip the horns as the beast spins. I fly through the air in circles, the soles of my feet to the sun, unable to take a step forward or back. More unsettling than not having my feet on solid ground is that I’m wrestling several sets of horns at once.
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