The deeper that sorrow carves into our being, the more room is made available for joy to settle in. Through suffering comes the highest joy. Only vines transplanted from Gethsemane ca...

Where have you been and where are you going? Are you wandering off to uncharted exotic lands? Will you weave yourself around other melodies and create savory harmonies for music’s sac...

New Years Eve is our evaluation t… to see where we are on our upward… to see how much we have done last… and what we have to do in future’s… For every step needs to be weighed…

An ode to botany’s sacred cycle, The season of its resurrection. The time for us to til the soil, The time for us to plant a seed, The time to look for the new life,

Sunday moved into Monday like a well oiled machine with precision and clarity. The age of time had lost one more day, and the power of the sun lost some of its stronghold with the end ...

Up over the mountain was a glow more beautiful than the Aurora Borealis. The shapes and the colors resembled a sacred icon of some sort. The climb would seem to take someone through thi...

The battle raged and the dreaded h… robbed some of the soldiers of the… They lay dead, strewn across the b… with their hands still clasping th… their spirits tearfully encased in…

As music came forth and set the mo… For a lonely cello to express the… Of a mournful story weighing on hi… Of sadness and all of tribulations… With trembling fingers that embrac…

Capricious pilots, slaves of the m… in obedience to the shifting winds… pilots at the helm of the currents… seen only by the poets and the mys… weavers of quixotic dreams and aer…

The air was air and the breath was… The skies were blue and the mornin… Walks in early summer, so invigora… ‘Til the soup came and spoiled eve… Air’s so thick, so slow, so lazy.

Solitary man living on his private… setting up his own way of life, faithful to his convictions, alone in his thoughts and revelati… miles out at sea but yet upon the…

The greatest work ever written, a tome of a million words trimmed down to a few with the strength to

Grandma at the renaissance of the age of the telephone, when humans interjected and said, “Number Please,” when telephones were