Gentle Soul

Gentle Soul

A rainy day,  I walked from the opening of the bridge seen in the background.  When I got to the other side I encountered this Gentle Soul, whose name is forgotten to me, if I ever knew it.  She asked me if I would take her picture with her iPhone to send to her son, [...]

William Butler Yeats ~ An Irish Poet

In Dublin, I happened upon one of the many public institutions, free of charge to enter.  In this case, the National Library of Ireland.  What a treasure!  It was serious inside.  Quiet, like a library, ought to be.  I didn't go far, when I noticed a special exhibition for the poetry of William Butler Yeats. [...]

Journal Entry – August 1939

You may be an artist, a writer, a someone, a nobody, a bricklayer, or a masseuse, but in the end we are all historians.  Whether we leave a record of ourselves, through a drawing, a novel, short story, essay, a cornerstone in a building, or touch someone with a a healing hand, it's all a [...]

Simple Words

In the morning, I drove by a bunch of pale yellow daffodils, sitting beside the road, in the culvert, all alone, they stood out in their vanity, among the weeds.  Further down the road, the gate to the cemetery was wide open, on this cloudy day.  Gray stones popped up against green grass. Littered with small [...]

May

May

April is gone.  Now, it is May. Splashes of color paint the landscape, in the pouring rain.  Garlands of pink cherry blossoms hang down against green trees, like ornaments, on a proscenium stage.  Tiny yellow leaves appear, on trees, as babies, waiting to mature. Sunshine jolts my moody spirit, where deep thoughts reside. It illuminates [...]

Willow’s Story

I mentioned earlier that I met a young woman named April, and in writing, also referred to a woman I met named Willow. I saw Willow today.  I see her on occasion because she works in the community. When I first noticed her name-tag, oh say, three years ago, I thought, “how unique!”  I notice names, and [...]