First, it’s time for me to face it: pre-surgery skin prep. It’s true, I must undergo a minor intrusion into the continuous surface of my epidermal (ugh… Read more “Straight Paths and More than an Idea”
It’s because of the yeast, that rising that makes bread turn into bread. I do not eat much bread these days, but it’s a matter of discipline… Read more “Rising”
Morning-waiting-on-the-bus news: https://www.escoe.ac.uk/wp-content/uploads/2018/06/EM2018-Brynjolfsson-et-al.pdf
Grimm and Dire have no face; I see strength, kindness, grace. Beauty holds my hand today. Nothing further can I say . . . “Summer’s Spring” ©… Read more “Summer’s Spring”
First, how is it that just as I finally sat down to write this evening (okay it’s night, not even evening, but I am sitting down) Elgar’s Rosemary came… Read more “One of a kind . . .”
Shade . . .
All of the good words came to mind today. Epic. Regal. Playful. Adventurous. Romantic. Practically sensual. The music today was complete with a bridal song, some moonlight, dancing,… Read more “All the Good Words”
until my kitchen is organized. I hope. It’s all new here, so I haven’t settled into a rhythm yet, except in the mornings, when I hear the songbird,… Read more “Just a little while longer . . .”