sunrise glows in carpe-diem pink
aflame with marbled-gold moments
Stimulant
Reading in bed is a gateway drug to writing in bed.
Wordcloth
An author, behind his words, is naked.
Old soil, new green
My own prescription for health is less paperwork and more running barefoot through the grass.
Hazardous waste
Stress is the trash of modern life — we all generate it but if you don’t dispose of it properly, it will pile up and overtake your life.
Immeasurable
Even hundredfold grief is divisible by love.
Weariest old work horse
“A horse loves freedom, and the weariest old work horse will roll on the ground or break into a lumbering gallop when he is turned loose in the open.”
—Gerald Raftery (1905–1986), Snow Cloud, 1951
Your fill
There are lots of opport✻nities o✻t there. And yo✻ know what’s missing.
Stages
Spring is a lively swing towards summer
Summer is a hot salsa towards autumn
Autumn is an elegant ballet towards winter
Winter is a slow waltz towards spring
Junky
Junk mail, junk food, our society is full of junk living, period.
Leaping & stretching & pleasing
A cat is an adorable violation of the laws of physics.
Responsibilities
Don’t fall prey to the illusion that duty is only to others — you have just as much a duty to care for yourself.
Pitch
Night
— the quiet of solitude
— the silence of loneliness