6:26 AM The light seems low to the ground this morning. Like the sky has slept hard and heavy and is just beginning to stretch. The clouds even look like they are stretching diaphanous–I am reminded of carding wool as a kid. I am full as I sit here in my segment of bus booth…

7:39 AM At my desk, musilix done, and considering another cup of coffee…listening to Mercedes Sosa sing me into awake-enough. Yesterday morning, I began the day by puzzling through a letter written in Portugese. Last night, I had a phone call from a friend in Brazil. This morning, I was reading the poetry of Octavio…

A friend was recently speaking of buying himself flowers and the necessary ingredients for a lovely meal he would enjoy at home in content solitude. It reminded me of finding candlesticks and tapers, waiting until the others have gone to bed, and writing alone by candlelight at our dining room table. Why do it? Because…

From the Journal 7 AM, at my desk, much on my mind, sunshine on the walls… Since an experience I had on Saturday afternoon, I have been thinking much about photographs…and the difference between giving someone permission to photograph you and someone taking your photograph. I do believe the distinction is more than semantic. For…

It’s a bucket-list Friday 5 brought to you by RevGalBlogPails…errr…pals. 1. Prepare my own version of Babbette’s Feast and bring together friends from all eras/segments of my life. 2. Travel the Mississippi by paddle boat while reading Mark Twain 3. Learn to unicycle 4. Live in England 5. Help wherever and however I can by…

A continuation of Credo Beyond believing, I know, yes, I know that my redeemer lives and I will rise, I will rise…rise on the cool stone steps of Word that speak to me in the valleys; I will walk because I see beyond any valley knowing there are others that await but raising my face…

Spin me a Wander I ache and I grace and I cannot explain beyond “Spin me a wander path the color of light— I will bough, I will Spring, I will leaf and Fall and stark rattle my branches, calling the birds to come sing in my hair.”©MperiodPress

Cool My Eyes If I was on the porch with the honeysuckle and the knowing And I was inclined to start talking, or singing—because it has to be done that way sometimes, I’d ask, Mary could you come and cool my eyes? let me see through you, sweet, stone, smooth sweet, stone, smooth… Yes, I’d…

After watching this video, suggested by a friend, I begin my day considering anew how passion can at once be so grounding and so freeing. It was a realization more beneficial than that second mug of coffee and for which I am most thankful.

I received a bottle of bubbles today…Take it literally or figuratively–it was an uplifting thing. Happy Spring and peace. You’re Never Too Old I dunk and purseand aim with care—Ah! Hum-fullshimmiesof prismatic air! Their skin is thin—might popand sting your eye. Worth it though,to let them go—whimsy in the sky. ©MperiodPress