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               “Meanwhile, forgive me but there are other things we must think about: like doing our jobs…showing a bit of ordinary kindness to people, particularly our own families—unkindness to those close to us is such a pitiful th8ing—doing what we can…things which, please forgive me, sometimes seem more important than dwelling on a few middle-aged […]

               In open air and sky of wilds, they made love in the broken light beneath autumn understory; her body as aspen’s skin—light and fair and bright in wash of sun through canopy of gold; the cool of the air and heat of their hold in stay of bond between; her face above, like sun, […]

      Beauty is not the end.  Beauty is not the aim.  Beauty is the means, inspiration, and catalyst to purpose: to create, perpetuate, continue, for another generation more; on and on, into infinity, or at last the chain is broken-when we fail to see the greater purpose and in beauty made as end and aim, the […]

               “…Isil the Sheen the Vanyar of old named the Moon, flower of Telperion in Valinor; and Anar the Fir-golden, fruit of Laurelin, they named the sun.  But the Noldor named them also Rána, the Wayward, and Vása, the Heart of Fire, that awakens and consumes; for the Sun was set as a sign for […]

               “There are no safe paths in this part of the world.  Remember you are on the Edge of the Wild now, and in for all sorts of fun wherever you go.”—J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit                On the edge of the wild was where she felt most alive, and in it then, she breathed full […]

               James tried to write, but neither words nor story showed.  In evening’s fall, sky shone black and starless from clouded night, moon hinting as glow but undefined through mask of cover that moved low and fast, contours and folds of accented and shone as they crossed before the glow.                 Before window’s view, Annie […]