Archives for May 2022

The angled bracket and the fireplace.

They were in front of me.

What the angle was or what for we could not tell.

The smoke from the fireplace had long faded yet it left a woody aroma.

We think of fragrances like a library uses reference and subject categories, an index to information and stories.

I am pleased every day, by how much there is to see…every day.

Cherries, mice, roasted corn and a view.

The finer things.

The things that just happen when you make big demands, forget any expectations, don’t listen to too much advice and follow your gut feeling, your heart and your inspiration.

Everything is really an adventure/obstacle course.

Even if you don’t think it is!

Interesting times. Hot chocolate and the absence of nonsense.

The road of untold riches of immeasurable merit and value.

So sayeth the guru. This one is the oracle.

Sweet and sour.

The day was hot, the night less surprisingly, cool.

As for the events, people and work completed, things were unusual.

The bicycle-like pace of the tasks completed had continued and yet the number of people welcomed was more like a rocket.

Signals and interpretations were received and made.

Everything was noted in a small leather notebook, each subject entered in its own color.

A likeable way of proceeding we thought. So did everyone.

So many hats hanging on hooks.

The door seemed weighed down and tired from this eternal duty.

But it still closed securely.

The hats were a bundle of assorted styles and colors.

The fedora attracted the most attention for its hand-painted panel illustrating door designs over the ages.

One part of this was a clever rendition of a gap, a pre-door portrayal.

History is everywhere. It was, it is, and it will be.

A strawberry got stuck in an elevator.

Another found time to see a therapist.

It was a ripe hour of divesting secrets long-buried.

The therapist gave the strawberry a lottery ticket.

The elevator juddered, moved and arrived on the eighth floor.

The lottery ticket was not a winner, the hour was most rewarding.

We ask: is this a metaphor…who is the strawberry…are we praising therapy?

Give us an hour and we’ll probably find out.