Today I give thanks to this happy couple. My parents - circa 1969 at Banff or Glacier NP. They represent what the United States of America is all about. A country of compassion. A country of opportunity. A country where an economic refugee from Germany and a political refugee from Cuba, could meet, fall in... Continue Reading →
Dear Super Moon, You looked splendid tonight. Your rouge-like aura when you first emerged above the horizon made me wonder if you were a bit angry. Did Mars tell you something that pissed you off? Did he tell you that you are not made of rock, but of cheese? My sweet, you do look beautiful... Continue Reading →
What is beauty? It is a completely subjective thing. It depends on your experiences. It depends on where you have traveled. It depends on your beliefs. I try to find beauty wherever I go, in the smile of a barista or the full moon rising above the ocean. I am thrilled when my mind is... Continue Reading →
