Lovely Old River.

Trying to compose these words on the fly, inspired in the morning sunlight while Doves coo and the sounds of the World waking up are happening. I have been awake and thinking thoughts for a while already but I’m just now having yesterday’s reheated coffee. The words flow by like the ancient River behind my studio, where I have had my station for more than 15 years now with my Dad and Others. I love to sit out back (especially in the warm weather, although I have done so in all Seasons) and watch the water go by, sometimes flat calm, like a Mill Pond, sometimes rough and wavy, like the Sea, and upon occasion covered with ice or bursting at the seams, bloated with heavy rains. It looks like a huge, churning vat of morning coffee during the latter stage, as I peer into my cup and take another slurp of this warm brown, I doubt that Fish-water tastes similarly. That River just keeps flowing by and there I sit on its banks, in all types of weather, where others have sat in previous ages, watching ducks and herons and honking geese glide by. It puts me at ease every time and I am grateful for the French Broad River.


Grey Skies and Thoughts of Wonder.

Memories of Wonder fill my mind as these grey clouds cover the entire sky. I keep hoping for a little Sunshine to poke through and heat-up the land. Flowers and Trees are surely bursting at the seams to get a little taste of that pure warming energy. I got some battery charging from a recent visit to a Magical Place, it’s been warming Me during these last few dark days. I’m down to the reserve tank, though, so I am gonna go outside and do a Sun-dance, just as soon as I get done with this entry. Join Me if You like, the more the merrier, is what They say, You know those They? They sit on their lanais, far away in very sunny climates and whisper such ideas onto the warm winds, which then encircle the Globe and slip into Our waiting ears to help Us out in conversations and in giving out advice…


Springtime Arrival.

I don’t know if it’s here to stay but Springtime seems to have arrived in and around the Asheville, NC Area. Of course, it snowed on Sunday morning but that seems like light-years ago (how fast are those, anyway?). I have found myself standing out-of-doors for longer and longer periods of time, somehow engaged in lengthy conversations with Those I might have otherwise quickly walked past. The dream of light green and pastel colors is not quite realized, yet, however, the purple and brown of Winter is still holding court in the Forest. I sit with my coffee cup and speculate as I hear the birdies chirping: what kind of day will this be? I hesitate to don my shorts-pair as yet, while others have been in theirs for days now. It does seem like a dream: the long Winter’s nap is over! Although for those North of the Mason and Dixon line, it could continue for several more weeks. I’m sure to keep lots more UPdates coming, so please do stand by. No one wants to miss any more yada-yada. It’s easiest to check back every couple months to see what I put next, or just scroll down!