. . . so does “What lack I yet?”

. . . so does “What lack I yet?”

If my jewelry box, bookshelves, movie, and music collections represent my life’s summary, what would/do I acquire? How would my possessions tell a story without words? What about the company I keep, the friends I value, the words I speak, and my actions? What do they tell of my heart and mind? Continue reading . . . so does “What lack I yet?”

… so do Feet

… so do Feet

Commanding her body to perform, feeling the rhythmic beating and expansion within the chest wall, she thrills to the intrinsic stimulation. . . . Struggling to contend with momentum, she seeks a place to balance her stride, get her rhythm under control. Continue reading … so do Feet

. . . so do Tents

. . . so do Tents

A smell permeates the night air, infusing clothes, and instinctively drawing deep inhalations at the distinctive aroma of dead cedar. Dry logs crackle and hiss as a kaleidoscope of yellow, red, and orange merge in an upward reach, spewing tiny sparks dancing under star-studded skies. Continue reading . . . so do Tents