Me back again, waving madly. Don’t ask, as this last while is still surreal. I have nothing, I have everything. This has been a year of personal crisis, slowly readjusting itself. I have given up sorting through the constantly changing puzzle pieces and am now at least for the time, an observer. So with nothing further I will share a few words with these summer images.
oh finally the treacle pot has tipped and we are all drifting slowly as in a dream on the sweet and sticky folds of summer gold. I am so happy to be living next to a forest. With temperatures rising high, my back deck is dappled cool against the mossy rock and with the sounds of the little fountain and Kitaro or Ray Lynch’s Falling in the Garden spilling out in Zen like sync I sit quietly and have my own deep breakfast.
Morning Praise on the hillside
Lavender and Sweet Summer Bees. It’s lovely to see so many of them busy in late afternoon
Dr. Chandra, Will I dream?
But heaven is not a time or place
and I will actually be submitting something to Monochrome Madness next week.