Two ducks breaking the glass of the lake, they swim quickly through the morning sun. A squirrel chases it’s mate up a tall oak tree, tails bushy and active with excitement. A pelican suns himself on the branch of a tree, his only focus is the drying of his feathers. Acorns drop like scattered hail from a leafy sky, it’s getting to be that time. The warmth of the sun slowly dries the left over drops of water from last…
Have you ever been to that place that is just the most incredible, amazing and beautiful place you’ve ever seen? If you have, you know what I mean when I say you leave there refreshed, relaxed, amazed and full of that joie de vivre! It’s where the moon sits pale and larger than life over glassy waters that lap very gently at your feet, and the air smells of sweet flowers. There is a mist, just beyond the closest trees,…
He was a little boy, about 6 or 7. His mother would send him to the produce shop to get her peppers or tomatoes or bananas, but sometimes she went him to get potatoes. It wasn’t unheard of for a child of this age to go to the “shop” for little things. Usually the shop wasn’t further than the equivalent of a block in the US. In the Caribbean or South America, this is nothing for a child this age…
Fires, gunshots, lies, treason, bombs, suicide, murder…the list goes on! News that confounds and drowns the mind in fear, pain and unbearable helplessness. Where is the opening to escape the malignant sound that is poisoning the one thing we have and share together? Sadness is weighing heavily in my basket and leaking from the places I don’t have time to mend. The burden stretches across miles and threatens to darken the corners of babies and innocents…a screaming loss to bright…
She was an unique character, different on many levels from anyone I had known up to that point in my life. I sometimes thought of her as a sliver of what was beyond the horizon of the Caribbean Sea; a little treasure that came to our shores and called it home for 4 years. She fell in love with my culture, people, music, mountains and art. Filled with wonder and boundless energy, she rode her bicycle up and down the tiny…