I am like the tall dead tree staring at me as I do my morning exercises. All of her youthful beauty now gone, she stands, silently, still surrendering her limbs as a resting place for birds. I stretch my own tired limbs, inviting the day’s life force to lubricate my joints, much like the tin man in the Wizard Of Oz. And we both know that soon enough we will be composted for new life to begin, to be mirrored in the springtime blossoms, the delicate dances of ballerinas, and t

just a thought I was scrubbing the pan I used to cook last night’s dinner it required extra care, and extra soap, as my eyes aren’t what they use to be, it required extra attention. in the foggy morning light. feeling the warm water wash away remnants of the stir-fry dinner all while noticing my back yard crows having stopped by for their breakfast gift of crumbs and peanuts. I had a thought, maybe silly, maybe profound who cares anyway. thoughts are for investigating and p

Wandering But Not Lost I began my Website for The Artist's Haven a few years ago, with simply a site for my Airbnb guests. Over the...