Swaying Hugs and a Road Song

Swaying Hugs and a Road Song

Posted by on Mar 1, 2015 in A Passing Glimpse

The recent snowfall painted a serene backdrop for my lengthy road trip to offer a final goodbye to someone that I’ve known most of my adult life. It seems I’ve lost count, but I know that I’ve attended far more memorial services in the past few years than I have in my entire lifetime. “It’s that circle of life […]

It’s Christmastime

It’s Christmastime

Posted by on Dec 20, 2014 in A Passing Glimpse

That time of the year is here again. And with it, I look forward to seeing those I love in the next week. I’m counting on those days being filled with plenty of soul filling goodness: puppy kisses and wagging tails, teary eyed laughter, reading, studying, loads of fab music backed by a tad more […]

Casual Ordinary

Casual Ordinary

Posted by on Nov 22, 2014 in A Passing Glimpse

Time never pauses. Moments become years and then quickly pass with only a blink. Recently I attended the memorial service for someone who walked through my life and left a mark. It was a good mark, one of love, one of goodness, one of spirit, and one that was always full of human originality. This […]

The Morning After

The Morning After

Posted by on Mar 2, 2014 in A Passing Glimpse

For a Friday night, the crew and I settled in pretty darn early last night. I camped out for the evening on the sofa to keep an eye and ear out for Pita following her return home from cancer surgery. With exception to a 3AM break to go outside and another round of her meds, […]

Words of Genuine

Words of Genuine

Posted by on Sep 22, 2013 in A Passing Glimpse

Today marks one week since I returned to days of habit after my ten-day retreat to the Blue Ridge Mountains of Southwest Virginia. Every time I return to that area, I locate a special sense of soul rejuvenation. This year was a bit different than previous years. Rather than hitting the road for a daily […]

Valued Upbringing

Valued Upbringing

Posted by on Sep 9, 2013 in A Passing Glimpse

The morning air was fresh as I sat on the porch chair overlooking the lake. I took a sip of coffee from either my second or third cup. A fresh pot was brewing. This is my studio for the week. Taking another sip, I noticed the package with three paintbrushes that have never left the […]