I peeked inside after I’d found the door — How could it be that I’d never seen it before? A door to a room that I’d never known was there? Yet there it was, a door with a light of gold streaming upon the floor from below, the key I turned with ease. Within, the … Continue reading
To gaze upon the starry sky is to contemplate the very sense of what it means to be, from the minute to the immense. But by the light of night, you will find no solid evidence, only so many little points to ponder, scattered and dense. But leave no doubt that the truth of what … Continue reading
Thoughts entwine in my mind as though it was not my mind at all, but rather the open air, an ethereal canvas where they dart and zip like bees in……and out or swing and dip like leaves blown in on a summer wind, they crawl and burrow deep within the dampened earth and birth memories … Continue reading
There is no solid ground beneath my feet; the plates shift beneath me and so I step to the next nary a moment to rest. Exhausted I am –or am I? Perhaps this feeling is merely a relic of the old skin, skin that I must slough off; old consciousness, ego pulling at me, weighing … Continue reading
Spring has arrived in the southern hemisphere in a symphonic flourish of birdsong. Our days warm quite nicely pushing up against the edges of summer, but the nights are yet cool, wearing winter’s chill like damp boots. “Good sleeping weather,” we would say back in Pennsylvania, with bedroom sashes lifted, tucked under a blanket. Quite … Continue reading
Seek the sun not where it burns so bright in the heavens above but rather in the warmth of its light that it shines upon the earth below. by Jason Weaver, 2015 Original Painting, Borboleta na Floresta (2015), acrylic 70x100cm, by Jason Weaver. In loving memory of my Aunt Janice, thank you for all that … Continue reading
