Love while you are calm,
Love until the lightning strikes,
Love before it’s gone.
Practice Art
To practice any art, no matter how well or badly , is a way to make your soul grow. So do it.
-Kurt Vonnegut
Into The Jungle
Poem 626 (2)
Fallen over, Broken at the base but not surrendered– proud even when all else seems lost. Clinging to what vanity remains, there is something to be said for it– but what?
Everything– follow me into the forest. I can’t promise you it will lead anywhere but exactly where you’re meant to be.
Scars add character.
In the end be collapsed in all the glory of the adventure.
Within A Dream
Chihuly Pre-Show Adventures
The following photographs were taken before the official launch of Dale Chihuly at the Denver Botanic Gardens
The Newest Addition to the Notebook Collection
I picked this up over the weekend at the Colorado Renaissance Fair.
It is handcrafted leather with thick old school canvas paper.
It’s begging for just the right story, an new idea, a new novel to grace its pages.
Poem 618
The sun rises, sets, repeats each day.
The moon follows suit.
Dancing with the stars instead of among the clouds.
A siren’s beat pulses in the air–hypnotizing
How high can you go– if you let go of everything?
Without ever leaving the ground–
If You Lack Imagination
A view from the Top of the World
From 14,000 feet up on the top of MT Evans-
Denver is somewhere beneath the clouds.
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