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July 3, 2019

At times, there is an existential aloneness that that can be shared only by standing by the crashing sea in a storm. In the surging magnificence of that place, the heart can be broken open to receive the Wild Spirit of the Universe....a moment of deep connection. With...

February 26, 2019

Facebook – What kind of astrological archetypal experience is it? I think it could be any of several. It could be a Mercury/Gemini/third information-gathering and communicating experience. It could be  Jupiter/

Sagittarius/9th with advertising, political debating or upl...

March 27, 2018

When Melancholy slipped in,

uninvited, unexpected,

yet not denied,

I asked,

"What do you want of me?"

"To be known, really deeply known"

was the reply.

And so we sat.

My elderly Whiskered Friend,

who senses such things,

curled up in my lap.

And so we sat.

A tear.

A purr.

A smile.

A m...

March 11, 2018

 In Your Absence

I miss you gently.

For that I am glad.

To feel any less

would leave me empty;

to feel any more,

would leave me sad.

You and I

You were the rock midstream

greeting my bubbling waters.

Though I could not stay with you,

with you I sang as I went by.

Letting Go

The win...

January 9, 2018

An Astrological View. 

Sadness, sometimes named 'depression,' can descend and envelop the soul in a deep dark state. And yet, the words 'depression' or 'sadness' do not capture the fullness of the mood. Perhaps because there seem to be different kinds with different nee...

December 17, 2017

I am

a dusty traveler,

an explorer, I would say,

on a long,

evolving journey.

This is a special place,

this stop along the way.

How long I will be here

I cannot say.

I bring to you

the best

of who I have become.

You give to me

the best

of who you are.

When I move along,

I shall not l...

December 17, 2017

When I was young, the clouds beckoned

with illusive shapes.

There were towering castles and hidden lands

of giants with capes.

There were sweeping ships to ride and friendly beasts

to chase.

Great, billowing pillows offered places in which to hide.

My innocent child’s mind cr...

December 17, 2017

Quiet pool,

though gently lands the swan,

your reflections are broken.

Yet you comfort me,

for not only do you mend,

but add the image of the swan as well.

December 17, 2017

 It pleases me

that when I

press you gently to my cheek

you are not too disdainful.


you purr,

and allow me,

for a while,

to intrude upon your dignity.

December 17, 2017

                 I came here to rest

                 gentle breeze.

                 My strings are taut....

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