Ataturk
Ataturk Airport in Istanbul was quiet as my wheelchair raced to catch the next flight. No time was left for me to go shopping in their splendored shops. At that speed, I captured the feel of the persons on line, Continue Reading …
Sweets of Talents from Sirce Kwai
Ataturk Airport in Istanbul was quiet as my wheelchair raced to catch the next flight. No time was left for me to go shopping in their splendored shops. At that speed, I captured the feel of the persons on line, Continue Reading …
Key ’73 was the Christian Revivalist Fishing to Save Souls Movement that caught me. I was not at all interested in becoming a Christian. In fact, I saw Christianity as “Elmer Gantry“ism. To me, as a stanch feminist, it was Continue Reading …
My neighbor hosted a verified psychic whose first career was in singing. Her angst revolved in not knowing that she was ‘different’. She said she grew up not knowing that her gift was not a common event in others. My Continue Reading …
No one does this song better than the writer: Randy Newman’s ” I think it’s gonna rain today.” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J4c54PAzXrM October comes with dark chocolate nights and bitter sweets. Even south Florida feels the change in the season. My mulberry tree Continue Reading …
The science fiction movie “Interstellar” reminded me we are all made out of what’s out there in Space. Our Sun, Old Sol, was not the father of our genetic material. He raised us but did not spawn us. Which is Continue Reading …
With absolutely certain vision, an idea can manifest. This concept is the spiritual crux of creative invention. For me, my Vision quests must invite the wisdom and guidance of my Higher Power. That’s why I spend time in meditation and Continue Reading …
I am in this man’s army. He was an ordinary soldier in the U.S. Army. That’s how he presented himself: as an ordinary citizen, soldier, breadwinner and father. However, I found him unique. My Dad was a righteous man. His Continue Reading …
The assisted living facility lunchtime gathering can seem like a long wait. One man took a nap. Sleeping before his lunch was very comfortable on the large sofa. Attendants were in the main hall making sure their oldies were still Continue Reading …
Tuesday morning on the beach at about 11 am. Before I hit the hot sands, I pulled out my pastels along the boardwalk path that opens up on the beach from the coastal forest. It’s one of those views that Continue Reading …
Old Floresta is a historic neighborhood which reflects good taste in landscaping, houses that don’t shout money, and is welcoming to artists. Sitting across one home with enough space for the owners to move their cars without running over Continue Reading …