The woods I call home have seemingly burst forth again with life. Seemingly, as I know much of that life is around all year, be it in one form or another. But this is the time when all that life starts to rumble back towards prominence, be it of auditory or visual resurgence, or other…
Monday Evening Thoughts: 4.22.24
I think of the webs we weave, interpersonally, whether intending to or not. And how those connections are molded by what is done or what is said, or the proper lack of the right or wrong word or action. I think of my own failures. Of my own cowardice in the face of making resolution…
Monday Evening Thoughts: 4.15.24
Something about the dirt and sun worshipper in me stirs. Abides by the instigation and wonders how many springs I’ve left to see. And in what season might the last of me see. The fortune I find in such a space and time.
Monday Evening Thoughts: 4.8.24
There’s a word bouncing around the ol’ noggin as I sit here, attempting to squeeze some meaning out of the evening. It has been all over the means of electronic connectivity today, so its residence in my current mind is not lacking in sense. Though, I must confess the current expression of the word is…
The Veracious Facade 