Trying softly
My husband pats my shoulder before he goes to sleep the other night and I am instantly angry. Irrationally upset. I don't say a word, but I am still stewing about it the next day. ... More »
My husband pats my shoulder before he goes to sleep the other night and I am instantly angry. Irrationally upset. I don't say a word, but I am still stewing about it the next day. ... More »
It wasn't looking for me, but I couldn't help crouching down when I felt the Thunderbird flying by this morning. I recognized its presence. It made me think the medicine man I talked to yesterday... More »
The Gift Driving for home, it is late and I am tired. My heart begins to vibrate. I am getting close to that place where my understanding shifts. I can feel myself slipping into "Elsewhere".... More »
STORY 1 TURN IT UP S'MORE The other day my neighbor was driving the opposite direction. At the last second, he swerved towards me. Who knows what the gesture meant to him? For me, years... More »
Since last Saturday I will have painted three murals, got two more commissions, sold another owl portrait and worked about 100 hours (including my regular job). Funny thing is, this all started a few weeks... More »
I took a 2003 Orlandini Chambourcin to a party my friends were having to celebrate their wedding anniversary. The hostess hid it on her wine rack saying there were plenty of opened spirits on the... More »
A crowd of students pass. The vibrations shift. The light feels like a school of silver fish passing in front of me. I lean forward and enjoy the show using my periphreal vision.
I am sitting by the fire last night and my friends walk up. One offers to massage my shoulders. I take him up on the offer because he's really incredible at it. The other asks... More »
Driving to an appointment today that I forgot about yesterday, I fantasized about pulling off the road to take a nap. Work was so boring I hardly had a pulse. The last stoplight heading out... More »
As a fractal, I was considering the miracle of free will as I sat at the stoplight this afternoon waiting to turn right. The possibility of creating anything I could imagine in that <<now>> hit... More »