Happiness 11-20
silk underwear the fragrance of orange blossoms a man’s friendly touch on your arm
silk underwear the fragrance of orange blossoms a man’s friendly touch on your arm
the promise of what an acorn becomes courage waking up from a vivid dream
WriteSpa – An Oasis for Writers Some of my favorite stories to read when I’m feeling lonely or lost are from the Thousand-and-One Arabian Nights. The free-wheeling sense of adventure, the enticing smells and sounds of a Persian bazaar, the ouds, the spices, the romance, the desert, the music, the waterfalls – all these images Read more about WriteSpa #14 – Genie in a Bottle[…]
During the November full moon – called Frost Moon, or Beaver Moon, and in some places (probably farther north) Snow Moon by some Native American tribes – a poet-friend and I decided to try to collaborate on a poem together. He lives near the beach in Florida and I live in the mountains of New Read more about Creating a Poem[…]
During the November full moon – called Frost Moon, or Beaver Moon, and in some places (probably farther north) Snow Moon by some Native American tribes – a poet-friend and I decided to try to collaborate on a poem together. He lives near the beach in Florida and I live in the mountains of New Read more about Creating a Poem[…]
the last lines of ‘Ode to a West Wind’ tickets for a Broadway show a small kindness
ginger lemon tea stepping lightly your name picked out of a hat
a glass of Shiraz at noon with nothing else to do spelunking lost in a book
the strong clasp on your arm of an elderly friend resting on a bed of moss a face in the crowd
the petroglyphs at Pu’u Loa an envelope with a hand-written address lunching with a sister
seeing a play that’s written by a friend witch hazel eyes that sparkle
a full, locked trunk the moment just before entering a cool lobby on a hot day
WriteSpa – An Oasis for Writers During the November full moon – called Frost Moon, or Beaver Moon, and in some places (probably farther north) Snow Moon by some Native American tribes – a poet-friend and I decided to try to collaborate on a poem together. He lives near the beach in Florida and I Read more about WriteSpa #13 – Creating a Poem[…]
an antique clock with a mysterious inscription washed with relief alyssum still blooming in November
equanimity in the midst of it all the Sea of Japan holding a chuckling baby
Winnie-the-Pooh walking on the Sussex Downs harmonizing
sparkling clean windows receiving a fragrant lei on arriving at the airport soft leather gloves
long flowing velvet skirts ice-skating the power of thought
raking leaves discovering the wreck of a Spanish galleon the history of language
Santa Claus really does exist! When I was seven years old and my brother was eight, my parents took us on a seven-month-long freighter trip. The year was 1963-64, and that story is told in my mom’s book “Around the World by Mistake.” We spent that Christmas at sea, as our little freighter crossed the Read more about Santa Claus’s Secret Name[…]
Every Wednesday my (FREE) WriteSpa – an Oasis for Writers is sent out to subscribers. (You can sign up to receive this on my web site). This week’s topic is “Asking the Question.” From Parzival’s mysterious quest, to Hamlet’s despairing plea for meaning, to our every day encounters with fellow-travelers through life when we ask Read more about WriteSpa – Asking the Question[…]
a new down comforter a huge bonfire on the village green a long nap