Sensing snake

Snake. I sense snake, singular. I anticipate finding it behind the curtains or the bed. For the record, I don’t have a snake phobia. Yet lately I have been expecting its presence, a premonition without the fear, anticipating being taken aback by its presence and then … nothing. It feels okay. Noticing this anticipation is … Continue reading Sensing snake

The Layers – a poem

The Layers I have walked through many lives, some of them my own, and I am not who I was, though some principle of being abides, from which I struggle not to stray. When I look behind, as I am compelled to look before I can gather strength to proceed on my journey, I see … Continue reading The Layers – a poem

Romantic love is not dead…

It isn't a blue moon tonight, is it?! I had a 'free' day to myself, a rare occurrence indeed. And found myself before the television after dinner, another rare occurrence... Anyhow, I stumbled upon a rerun of the 2008 movie, 'Nights in Rodanthe'. Being a teeny fan of Richard Gere (yes, I am showing my … Continue reading Romantic love is not dead…