It’s Chinese New Years time. This Spring Festival (Lunar New Years) is going to be more subdued than usual because of the Covid – again. This is the year 4719 in the ancient Chinese calendar. I enjoyed some great holiday celebrations during the twelve years I lived in China. We would travel, along with literally …
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Soul Magnet
He who has a why to live for can bear almost any how. – Nietzsche My earliest memory is lying on my back in my baby crib, with no separation between my self and the world. Attracted by the three primary colors of red, yellow and blue, I wordlessly watched the gently swaying bird mobile …
The Inner Journey Home
If you wish to know the divine, feel the wind on your face and the warm sun on your hand. – Buddha We are seekers – you and I. From birth to death, we wander this life seeking the divine in all its myriad guises. But it is the inner journey that leads us home. …
Crescendo – A poem
Coursing through the piquant breeze, swirls of blood orange lifesparks Scrape across the saffron sands like delicate arpeggios. The tranquil fullness of life’s dulcet allegro Bolsters sagging courage with promises of paradise. Once buoyant blooms, long since faded, Lie in tangled heaps across the hallowed fields. The spirit, filled with tangy ripeness, Willfully begins the …
Accepting Impermanence
Poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen. – Leonardo da Vinci I am creating an entirely new type of poetry. Poetry illuminates my life with tints of stardust. I hope you enjoy my new genre of poetry. There’s more to come. Poem 01 [Real generosity towards the future lies in giving all to …
The Flowers of Autumn
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. – Albert Camus The magic of autumn has filled the air with golden ripeness. The shortened days and chilling winds add a pleasing crispness to life. All around, Nature paints the scenery with exuberant sparks from a blazing palette. The seeds of spring have …
A Poem of Valediction
The glistening torii gate framed the lush sanctuary like a vermilion sentinel. Dawn’s silver silence was fractured by stuttering footsteps on rough slate. A cinnabar leaf clung to the stone lantern drawing the eye upward. Across the koi pond joyful sunbeams ignited the recently transplanted laceleaf maples. Crimson radiance dripped onto the mossy rocks like …
My Book Hits #1 on Amazon
My short read Pony Anne and the Silver Lantern Express is Number One on Amazon – And #2 and #3 🙂 Pony Anne and the Silver Lantern Express is a fanciful historical fiction about the only female Pony Express rider. On Christmas Eve, 1860 Anne takes the reins for her injured fiance and delivers the …
Happy Dictionary Day
To celebrate the birthday of Noah Webster, I am releasing five of my books for free on October 17. Noah Webster’s name is synonymous with dictionary in America. I first fell in love with words, and dictionaries, while reading through our giant Webster’s Dictionary. My dad bought our encyclopedia set in installments – yes, section …
Art and Imperfection
Art is the imposing of a pattern on experience, and our aesthetic enjoyment is recognition of the pattern. – Alfred North Whitehead Two mighty sentinel walnut trees guard the front yard of my childhood home. One tree is straight as a telephone pole. The other tree’s trunk bends about ten feet off the ground. One …
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