I speak a unique language, because in the 70s and 80s . ..
If you’re curious, you will see the beauty within . ..
Never be concerned with what other people are saying or doing or accomplishing . ..do not line up rulers or yardsticks or tape measures .. do not stack measuring cups. .. . you’ll always only . ..
Life—a bonsai tree, growing . ..
We explore the stars to narrate our origin and at times, to document our existence. Although science can explain . ..
A childhood once meant chasing fireflies while the night sky enveloped the world, beacons of . ..
My mornings are filled with paper-filter parades and freshly brewed . ..
In the days of yore, people wrote letters. With quill or nib, ink was put to paper . ..
I truly enjoy marking over my redundant journal writing, thereby creating an entirely new journal page by way of Sharpie . ..
Exist among trees, refresh tired spirits with the canopy of life . ..
Jack Kerouac once said, “an art dies when it describes itself instead of life.” It’s a paradox of sorts, like the . ..
Keys, laden with fingerprints—worn but not torn—recount ideas, perspectives, and interpretations from . ..