
Light across the cloud
The eye of God looking down
Changed when it meets me
poetry, prose, and photography

Light across the cloud
The eye of God looking down
Changed when it meets me

Welcome November!
It’s supposed to rain today
This is Seattle

Filled with potential
Vibrant, manic energy
Another Monday
I hope your Monday launches you into an amazing week.

Ancient words now sung
Prayers chanted, incense rising
Candlelit stone walls
So many memories within cathedral walls. Chanted prayer always makes my heart soar. Gently, though, like a bird on the wing. Not garish as a jet.
​A cold, dark morning
Covers provide resistance
Though I must rise now

This riotous life
A Cacophony of vim
Joyousness of youth
Awoke to rains rage
Where I’d resist the outdoors
I’m safe on my couch
I’m a product of Seattle. So much time in the rain, it defines me. I remember a moment, so many years ago, sitting in my apartment, looking out over Seattle with coffee and a good book. With nowhere I needed to go, nor be, I sat in the window bay watching the rain splatter upon the glass, gravity writing it’s magic.