Monthly Archives: March 2015

the violets in the mountains have broken the rocks. – tennessee williams

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and so

we went

high

into the

san diego mountains

4,000 feet up

through

 rocky landscapes

 national forest

great expanses

up and up

and

up

winding

turns

and

twists

and

landed

in the

tiny

mountain

gold rush town

of julian

known for

apple pies

gold

stargazing

and

friendly welcomes

and

wound our way

back down again.

what is straight? a line can be straight, or a street, but the human heart,

oh, no, it’s curved like a road through mountains.

– tennessee williams

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up in the air.

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not exactly our flight experience.

but somewhat similar.

there was carpeting.

and we were on a plane.

i’m hopping off to san diego for an early spring long weekend thaw.

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(not me, but very similar)

the Alaskan tree frog

freezes solid

during the winter

including

stopping it’s heart

and then

thaws in the spring

and

hops away!

image credit: snakebytestv


the art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe. – gustave flaubert

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on this writers’ retreat

i think you’d most likely find me in one of three places:

magical realist pier

reflecting pool

brainstorm rotunda

where would i find you?

—-

image credit: grantsnider

the sky is the daily bread of the eyes. ~ralph waldo emerson

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‘neath bright blue sky

upon wide open fields of snow

with no end in sight

nothing to do

but to run and to play

on such

a fine

and lovely

winter’s day.

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— 

nature is an infinite sphere of which the center is everywhere

and the circumference nowhere.

– blaise pascal

magic becomes art when it has nothing to hide. – ben okri

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at our annual

fairy tea party

filled with

wonder

and

wishes 

and

sparkles

and 

sweets

and

magic tea 

that

changes colors.

 

wintering.

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even the fairies

have settled in

for a  long

winter’s nap

still tucked in

covered

by

a soft

blanket of snow

with

just

a

lemon feather

and

a few

festive trappings

above

reminding us

of

the spring

below

and

yet

to come.


“perhaps I am a bear, or some hibernating animal underneath,

for the instinct to be half asleep all winter is so strong in me.”

 – anne morrow lindbergh