The Pacific – 2

Today Patricia and I head back to Portland around noon for an overnight there and an early am flight on Thursday, October 11, for Sarasota (by way, of course, of Atlanta). I continue to be awed by the majestic beauty we have encountered over these weeks of our lives. Patrick Kavanagh, in his poem, “ToContinue reading “The Pacific – 2”

Scenes you can reenter

In the July issue of “The Sun’” there is a summary of several interviews with the psychologist, James Hillman, who died last year at the age of eighty-five of bone cancer.  The article is wise  . . . about aging, and other things too.  The last paragraph affirms: “Another thing that old people often reportContinue reading “Scenes you can reenter”

Fall Colors

Shel Silverstein penned this poem, “Colors:” My skin is kind of sort of brownish  Pinkish yellowish white.  My eyes are greyish blueish green,  But I’m told they look orange in the night.  My hair is reddish blondish brown,  But it’s silver when it’s wet.  And all the colors I am inside  Have not been inventedContinue reading “Fall Colors”

Cinnamon, Cyprus, CIW, Clay & Courage

Cinnamon can carry 18,311 tons. She is from Limassol in Cyprus. Cyprus is situated in the northeastern corner of the Mediterranean, at the meeting point of Europe, Asia and Africa. Since the dawn of history, Cyprus has been one of the most interesting areas of the region and has a rich and visible cultural history.Continue reading “Cinnamon, Cyprus, CIW, Clay & Courage”