As I look forwards
Inspired for the future
I’m embracing hope
poetry, prose, and photography

The morning quiet
I’m reading Gary Snyder
His words speak to me
My journey overlaps his
Mountains, rivers without end
Snyder’s has long been amongst my favorites. My personal overlap with his life a big part of that. My journeys through the Pacific Northwest, through Oregon, California; life and an eclectic array of work all make me feel a spirit connection.

The day’s ending here
A busy and full day done
Now to calm my mind
This started before 6:00 am and stretched until I got home a little after 10:30. A reasonably productive day, which makes me happy. But, well, that’s really long. And I’m tired. So, good night my friends.

It’s not quite six yet
Which I still find “too early”
The boy’s in high school
I’m still adapting to the high school schedule. That will come. That will come.
Youthful memories
Comic books
Toy ray-guns
Sunlit days
Free of shoes
Sand covered toes
Burning echoes
Of the first-girl-I-loved’s
Bemusement
And resultant mockery
I wonder
Why suffering
Delights us so?
Such cruelty divides us
A charred gulf bearing
Smoldering rubble
Remnants of hope
So many memories of this journey called life. Painful ones sometimes rise up, reminding me of their place in my mind, my psyche. Hints of underlying angers and frustrations, damage done.

If we all wage peace
Perhaps sanity will reign
Deny destruction

The smoke will soon clear
And autumn’s blessing will come
Scrubbing the air clean

A new beginning
Intersecting new with old
Moving forward now
A new work week starts. What will you accomplish?

wild roses
gathered by the child
captured sunlight