by pbsartist | Nov 19, 2017 | Uncategorized
Was I born with it were we all born with it a there sense of something that causes a guilt of living to plant itself deep early-on so that when we are older and wiser even this will be disrupted by the there of it I am tired of the guilt the sense of doing it wrong...
by pbsartist | Nov 17, 2017 | Uncategorized
This line in my morning reading captured me and made me return and reread it did not allow for skimming to gather the gist it called to be heard and understood I would’ve passed it by had it not grabbed that ‘listen’ spot way down deep in my gut the...
by pbsartist | Nov 14, 2017 | Uncategorized
the earth shouts wheeeeee and tosses tokens of joy exuberance unable to be contained. the flowers toss open their petals the tree toss forth their fruit and we looking on can only marvel if we are wise and join in the rowdy...
by pbsartist | Nov 13, 2017 | OPENstudio
The furnace kicked on the hum of it just outside the window where I sat warm just enough with blanketed knees and perched book telling me truths for my morning and taking my mind to the place that would surely be the start of the start of this day this cold enough to...
by pbsartist | Nov 12, 2017 | OPENstudio
time has been disappearing today truly disappearing first its only nine in the morning and I’ve got plenty of time with the beds made and the bathrooms cleaned and therefore the workout I’ve planned well under way before the ride to the cafe easily fit...
