What Crosses My Mind

  • On The Wonder of Age

    Today is the birthday of an elder, a daughter just lost her father, a young boy, playing in a culvert, watching handmade wooden ships float toward the sewer, no judgment in mind, simple childhood, with an elder keeping his welfare in mind.   We wonder sometime about the truth in aging, the wisdom found, the…

  • While Wandering Many Years

    I remember, when as a child, I noticed for the first time, beauty, the sort that remained with me, for the rest of my life.   Oh it came in a smile, a long and enduring hug, a remark a passerby whom might notice, or help or assist, or wonder, rather than showing some practiced…