Monthly Archives: November 2011
poem: quiet river
quiet river,
slipping past.
a symphony
of beauty,
playing
all the time.
trickling,
tinkling,
gurgling,
gushing;
meandering
down its path.
no director,
script or score,
no curtain ..
Continue Reading
Ruffle the Rosemary
Rosemary is everywhere in my neighborhood. To most people, it's just a pretty drought-tolerant plant. To me it's an invitation to reconnect to the earth, my senses and the present moment.
Neurologi ..
Continue Reading
