.. . . In which a pig piñata project becomes a metaphor for life. If pigs could fly, it would be like a pigger pointing at the moon. This is not a place to collect sign posts. The pig as us!
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Friday, April 6, 2012
This Morning
Eyes hug this morning splendor
The white glory of the Olympic Mountains
Against the blue of morning skies.
Bathed in rays of red sunrise
Bathed in rays of red sunrise
Oh, how my heart finds it easy to soar on days like these
Nose full with crisp, salty freshness of ocean fragrance
Ears embrace waves whispering ripples up the stony shore
Skin alive, refreshed, touched by the cool
almost frosty morning dew
Soul envelopes this suchness in wings of wonder and gratitude
Still brain tries to word these wonders
Yet mouth can only fall open with the awe of it all.
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