Remembering the future

You can remember your future, just as you remember the past. ~ Mark Thompson A simple, yet powerful sentence passed on to me yesterday.  200th post, thanks for visiting!


When I wake from my dreams, I find her staring back at me still. MT

The write-side of the brain

Let ink tattoo that fine-grained plain, bleeding life into every fibrous pore. Let pen strokes rest in synchronized mess; undress your right, take flight, explore. MT

By the banks of crystal clear

A crystal stream runs here clear, gently eroding the pebbled bed below.  So majestic are it’s shallow trails and the Alpha stones peaking above the tide; moss-laden mounds of defiance, ruffled in whitewash, tendrils of mess floating.  Ripples break the silence, cavorting with a present ears, bustling with a hive of soothing activity. This place is like…

Imagine unimagined paths

Broken paths lay out before me, Earth breaking, shifting mercifully, Tectonic plates in motion grind. Step cautious ’round an untrained mind.

One Day (Imagine)

“One more song Daddy.” “Okay. Which one mate?” “Lennon.” “Imagine there’s no heaven, da-do-do-do-dooo, it’s easy if you try…” How can you say no to that?  Well, after three hours of singing John Lennon’s Imagine for what seemed like the hundredth time, spattered between