The Waltons — Part 1: Music

I have just started watching Season 1 of The Waltons again, after so many years. I don’t know how many parts this series will have, but that’s OK. From The Waltons website: You may not know his name or recognize his face but you surely know his music. Jerry Goldsmith is the composer of The…

Doodads — 1/2/20

I started reading Haruki Murakami’s 3-volume 1Q84 last night. It’s a 2-week e-book borrow, so we’ll see how far I can get in 2 weeks. It’s a simple, but dense story, which is par for the course of what I’ve read of him so far. I also borrowed Season 1 of The Waltons and watched…

Thursday Inspiration 37 — Internal Coil

Internal Coil Built by the hand of God With tender loving care Kindly puppetmistress Programmed to love and share. They say I am alive I move by inner spring When things are going well I wind up and I sing When wound up with your spite Trapped in your glittered eyes Kind puppetmistress fades Myself…

The Oracle Speaks –As frost blooms + dVerse OLN

  Frost blooms as a withered rose rustles. How long must paths cover seasons beneath intuition, whose rain only murmurs moistly about bucolic breezes? This sanctuary is our gentle bird, coloring the tendril which will trunk thick in summer’s shine. image link here I’m also linking this to dVerse‘ Open Link Night.  Grace is today’s…

Doodads — 1/1/20

Happy 2020 to you all. I’ve heard it referred to as the Roaring 20’s and I called it the year of perfect vision today. Hoping that each of us is inspired to look with clarity and see what needs to be seen, so we can do what needs to be done. Book Review I must…

#FF Bright Anchor

Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields He was a colorful speaker; a man whose spirit caught others on fire; an anchoring icon to his community since moving to it fifty years ago. It was those abilities that caught the attention of leaders of the new fascist regime. They needed a man like him. On a Sunday afternoon in June,…

Moonless New Year’s Eve

Luna nestled deep in cold fluffy forgetfulness, dreaming new dreams. Dull snow crystals; tears freeze on my searching upturned face.   image link here