by pbsartist | Oct 20, 2016 | Uncategorized
I call them rhythms ebbs and flows of days- moments even- solitude; busy-ness company; quite alone. not just days and moments either- weeks months and years. it is all rhythm clusters~ Life comes in clusters and autumn, the fall of leaves the falling away of long days...
by pbsartist | Oct 17, 2016 | Uncategorized
50. It’s coming fast. Some days its bothersome-in the way this modern culture has taught it to be- getting old~ Most days it just is, though. And when I let it be, and let me be in it, it is a tool ...
by pbsartist | Oct 10, 2016 | Uncategorized
I don’t know. Maybe I never will. But it feels real…. what I do….importance. I say I get to and I mean this I get to! but I also have to. I’ve learned this this year I have to. It is for this if...
by pbsartist | Oct 6, 2016 | Uncategorized
There is the one talking little, departing without preamble, not asking anything other than what comes and yet, giving so much; sometimes more than all others combined through her silent, observant presence~ There is the one...
by pbsartist | Oct 3, 2016 | Uncategorized
As I write this I am 10,000 feet over Florence on the way to Paris. The sun is just rising over the wings of the plane-feeding my growling senses with beauty and awe. Paris I’m told wont be easy; I see the airport only, and this for just one hour before...