Whistling for Moonbeams

At some point or another, one reaches the age --biological, or otherwise--where the heart (as how they call it) allows itself to be at the c...

the universe is flung into a kaleidoscope of new possibilities. -Jean Houston

     the rain is brightening now. -Elizabeth Bishop, "Rain Towards Morning"- The wind takes something with it when it passes...

Traversing the city's roads, the mind's eye conjures safety, blocking out the images that pinpoint pain, threshing out the familiar ...