Category Archive: Thoughts and Prose

“Where the Bee Sucks, There Suck I”

Ariel in Shakespeare’s Comedy of the Tempest Act V Scene I Advertisements

What Games do You Create in Your Playground?

All of It

A friend asked me recently which part of Mexico–aside from home–was my favorite.  I was a bit at a loss.  Mexico isn’t like other places I have traveled where I have definite “must-see”… Continue reading

Kicking Love

Today, I had opportunity to go swimming in a small private pool.  The tranquility was soothing as I sat down on the pool’s edge, slipping my feet in the water.  I started to… Continue reading

Sweet Diana! (and a Poem by Percy Shelley)

Sometimes I think that moonbathing is just as important as sunbathing! Even though the moon is not full, she is a bright sun tonight. My patio always looks so magical in her radiance.… Continue reading

Carpe Diem Daily Haiku~ Icicles

~ on our computers you type about icicles i slurp on a pear   ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~ come in warm caress protective icicles melt eyes are slightly wet   ~  ~  ~  ~  ~ … Continue reading

Carpe Diem Daily Haiku ~ Quilt

bright side down on sand let the wind unfurl my quilt day bed by the sea   my quilt on the beach white patch under whiter sun shared with biting flies   salt water on… Continue reading


“I have lived on the lip of insanity, wanting to know reasons, knocking on a door. It opens. I’ve been knocking from the inside.” ~ Rumi

Ross is in a Rumi Mood, and So am I

♥ “Judge the moth by the beauty of the candle”   ♥ “Either give me more wine or leave me alone.”   ♥ “Let the beauty we love be what we do. There… Continue reading


पवित्र White पवित्र White is the sum of all colors.  White is reflective.  Therefore, white gives back.  What is it you would like to receive? ~Nina White is the symbol for purity.  In… Continue reading


Originally posted on This is Rated NC-17:
As with anything Jodorowsky, this probably is not going to be what you are expecting. I invite those who have an interest in philosophy and decidedly…


Friends Far Away –Horace Twiss (1786-1849), From Library of World Poetry, edited by William Cullen Bryant, Chatham River Press, 1984   Count not the hours while their silent wings Thus waft them in… Continue reading