illiteracy is an environmental misfortune. ignorance is a choice.

they agreed

at my age a lot of my friends are long dead. others have disappeared. but i get by with the wonderful company of butterflies, bluejays, and chipmunks. life is good. check out the stars.

someday she's going to show me the album of places she's taken me while i slept in my recliner.

i didn't ask for any of this. but as it is now my occupation i can only do the best i can with what i've got. letting go of any preconceptions i dive into the unknown uncertain of my return or survival.

the custodian took a break and sat at the corner piano. she played a waltz in dissonant chord as two mysterious lovers danced like fairies upon clouds. Grandma would understand.

i'd rather plant roses than thistles.

it is better to love in misery than to die in shame

if you've never communed with Nature... how can you commune with another soul? if you've never communed with another soul... how can you expect to commune with the Infinite?