Browsing Category: Journal Pages

        Unwinding and ending day, I smoke from bench and patio’s view.  Short sleeves, gift of an almost-summer day in heart of winter.  Not all miracles need be profound.  What matters is we see—and today was one.         Wind chimes blow and gift a song as I rest in my own silence.  Cigar is gone, […]

        That’s another thing about gifts: they’re for who they’re for and that’s the point, even if they mean little or nothing to anyone else.  They’re personal, and it’s the personal that makes the meaning.  You can’t buy that on shelves, find meaning in someone else’s marketing.  It’s from gifted to the gifted—expression of a value […]

        I believe the best gifts are those appreciated more with time.  Sometimes that’s minutes.  Sometimes that’s hours, days, years—a lifetime.  We see better and more truly the thought and intention that went into, and seeing that, new perspectives and appreciation appear.         With our own years, experience—and seeing what others gifted to, and […]

        I look at a painting I am working on, contemplating next move as I wait and let paint dry.  It isn’t the product of a single sitting, single rushed make.  Like most things of depth and intention, there are layers to it all.  Perspective, depth, scales—one layer and pass refined the last.  It is a little […]

        Owen and I pick up Matthew from basketball.  After, we keep to our dinner planning: asparagus, fancy full-size potatoes that sell by the ones instead of bags.           Had a big day and moment of acknowledging too.  We were searching for Montreal Steak Seasoning and couldn’t find it, knew we were close […]