Archive for February 2009
Naked Storms
“The first great moment that I remember was when I was three years old– a storm – I tore my clothes and ran out in it – and I have been doing that in storms ever since”….Kahlil Gibran Reuniting to Norah, Lost in Gibran, and cuddled up next to the fire……I sit. Loving this quote…
Read MoreI am changed…
I am changed…. Sitting outside of an Irish Pub in the southerness of Franklin, TN, I pretend I am back in Boulder. Imagining the bricked-laden streets of The Pearl, seeing the Flatirons hovering over me in their protection – and I long. Taking a day away from the “fundraiser frantic” to peer far into the…
Read MoreAnd Then There Were Drums….
This morning I awoke with the sounds. Who am I kidding? I went to bed with the sounds : ) Drums are as common place at night as are stars in the sky. It’s a given….and I am growing to love it. A portion of what my eyes take in can somewhat be captured behind…
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