All my troubles seemed so far away. A song perhaps about sadness and loss. Of missing those that you knew, those you felt safe with, able to say anything without judgement. Just to share. Of that friend where no explanation was necessary. Just being all required. Just to be enough. A most healthy place to...
Happened a moment History, it happens without ceasing over and over and over again. Each new second past is a moment we can’t change, will never be able to change. Over time those slices of time add up to provide us a view into the past into what we call history. Many become more aware...
(This assumes “The Craftsman plies his hand to the craft” has been read.) Perhaps that most amazing aspect of this journey. You are the craftsman of your own vessel. But even more, if that is possible, you get to decide where your energy goes. What you let in, keep out, and focus upon is all...
When considered all, nature is constantly changing. Wind comes and goes, storms, sunshine, rain, cold, warmth all as a part of this soup we experience. Yet all of these change all the time. Looking beyond, solar winds ebb and flow. Stars born, exist for a period then extinguished, transferring their energy into different forms across...
Captured this photo this morning. It is the most perfect of views, capturing all that is Life. For in this photo is our most perfect of atmospheres, that which sustains all life on this planet. That of only water and sunlight. The hue of the blue, couldn’t be more strong and rich. Sunlight plays with...
From generation to generation the craft handed down. Each adjusting, trying different techniques, using variations on the theme. Hours and hours, lifetimes sometimes spent tuning and adjusting the design. Refining improving, sometimes taking a wrong turn to be forced to back out from changes made. Always learning from the experience. Such is the craftsmanship required...
