1. Sometimes I feel like a “Talking Head” who has “Stopped Making Sense.” 2. Speaking of Talking Heads, David Byrne’s latest blog entry is called “Internet Anti-Christ.” He makes this point: I see that in my lifetime I will witness the end of books, or most of them, physical copies of recorded music and probably […]
This is the part of our café Scrabble game where Mara jumps up on the chair and gives Rosemary, who has a headache, a massage, and then Rosemary calls Mara a “Nutcracker” and I crack up. Note: Click and scroll HERE for more Scrabble pictures and antics.
First Santa Sighting Have a Ball at the Mall ‘Twas the Month before Christmas and All Through the House…. Story time is HERE.
After a few packed weekends full of back-to-back activities – hiking and staying overnight at a B&B with my friend Alwyn, covering Floyd’s 350 Climate Change Action and first annual Eco-Fair, dancing to the Kind for Halloween at the Pine, attending my woman’s dialogue, spoken word night, and more – it felt good to have […]
~The following recently appeared in All About HER, a regional quarterly insert of The Floyd Press and other area newspapers. Enter quietly … A place for meditation and contemplation … reads the chalkboard easel in front of the Living Light Center in Floyd. Inside the spacious main room, incense burns, soft music plays, and a […]
1. A Watered Down Version of Trees 2. Tunnel Vision 3. Tangled up in Blue 4. Honks for Food Note: A short video revealing the tops of the watered down trees is HERE.
1. The worst part of being dressed up as a Blues Brother for Halloween and wearing a buttoned-up shirt and tie is that my bra strap slipped off my shoulder while dancing at a party and I couldn’t find a way in to put it back. Pictures HERE. 2. This week I attended the Radford […]
Are poems like autumn leaves forgotten after they fall? Do we only pay attention to the bright red maple and ignore the buried brown? Do we pile them up to burn? How long before they yellow? Is no word immortal? Are they fleeting as thoughts? Transparent as ghosts? What do poems do in the afterlife?
And I elect Bryce as the cutest dragon boy. The photo was taken by Bryce’s Aunt Darla and posted to her Facebook, where I clipped it. Watch Bryce walk upside down HERE.
My empty white tea bowl on a white paper saucer held so much potential that I found myself smiling. It seemed to smile back like a happy full moon with a secret. After the swirling tea was poured and my bowl was filled, I gazed into the steamy pool like a clairvoyant. With a meditation […]
I saw a couple of cowgirl trick-or-treaters and rows of lit up jack-o-lanterns bobbing up and down the streets of Floyd on my drive through town last night. It was a misty dusk and I was on my way to The Pine Tavern Pavilion for their annual Halloween party featuring the music of The Kind. […]
