The Gift of the Invisible Instinct

I spy what lies before me — simple analog clock pesters me with kronos time – tick, tick, tick fading moon peeks airy consonance from behind a hazy, morning cloud hot teacup invites me to linger a bit longer before the groove of tasks press All a reminder of living, here, in this age of ancient future Yet, I’m most interested in the sensing of invisible ideas imaginative whimsy intuitive nudges This secluded insight takes form in the white space of silence, the unspoken sparkle of a fresh encounter, the dreams that leave an imprint upon waking. This cloaked vision…

Traveling Light

Upon leaving for our recent trip to New York, it seemed a great idea to pack everything. All the clothes I “may” need: pants and shorts, plain t-shirts and fancy shirts, several pairs of shoes and a variety of jewelry. Scooters and bikes for the kids. DVD Player, iPhone, Computer and iPad. And, don’t forget the books that will sit on the nightstand unread! Arriving home, the unloading begins. The extra paraphernalia packed is now burdensome. Added time is needed to replace everything in its proper place. Laundry piles high leering at me to begin the washing cycle. Making room…