Tears start In the heart. Emotions turning into liquid Rising upward like butterflies Spilling out through my eyes Unscripted.   Salty trace Down my face. Each saline drop a piece of my soul Falling in rhythm on to the ground Feelings which exit without a sound No control.   Interesting thought Could they be caught? … Continue reading "Tears"

My Dear One, What do you see?  At first glance, perhaps a beautiful bird.  If you know anything about birds, you may identify it as a female cardinal, lacking the red brilliance of its male counterpart, but still lovely just the same.  An avian beauty, resting in a bush.  A vibernum bush, with its snow … Continue reading "Appearances"

My Dear One, Do you believe in apparitions?  Creatures that haunt and torment?  Or perhaps creatures with no ill-intent, just tormented souls, looking to right past wrongs?  If I were a ghost, the latter is the kind of ghost I would be.  I wouldn’t have come to this realization by myself, but someone who knows … Continue reading "The Demon in the Closet"

Spring is hopeful, warm and expectant.  Our mind is like the March kite, flitting here and there around so many new ideas.  Which ideas should be brought to life?  Which ideas should be brought down from the clouds and planted in the gardens of our mind? Flowers are suddenly everywhere, enchanting us with their fragrance … Continue reading "Seasonal Thoughts"

My Dear One, Secret fantasies.  The stuff of our dreams.  Most of us have them.  Imagination takes me there, but some may use a different vehicle.  Whether pragmatic or idealistic, exploring our fantasies is where we come to understanding of who we are.  It’s where we meet self, because the true self dwells in the … Continue reading "(Unrealistic) Imaginings"

My Dear One, Rappahannock County.  My flesh has deep roots in this place, buried beneath the shifting sands of this earth, under the great expanse of blue sky.  Generations of ancestors who lived here, loved here, defended what they believed in wars away from here, and then returned to die here and rest in its … Continue reading "Return to Rappahannock"

My Dear One, Opposite counterparts, day and night.  One might even say twins; not identical, but fraternal.  Or two sides of the same coin.  Imagination can almost make each to have their own personalities.  Imagine it with me, will you?  The day … boisterous in its arrival, calling out to us, demanding even, to be … Continue reading "Day and Night"

My Dear One, Freefalling.  An alluring proposition.  You’ve learned to stay away from the cliff, but there’s a compelling enticement in wanting to know what’s over the edge, what fairy tales await.  And not just wanting to know, but to experience it as fully as possible, to see if the fairy tale could be possible.  … Continue reading "Freefalling"