Among the books Mom recently acquired and distributed and now in a prideful place on my bookshelf, thank mom! 1965 edition
Obsessed by a fairy tale, we spend our lives searching for a magic door and a lost kingdom of peace. — Eugene O’Neill Continue reading →
Let us go forth, the tellers of tales, and seize whatever prey the heart longs for, and have no fear. Everything exists, everything is true, and the earth is only a little dust under our feet. — W.B. Yeats Sounds … Continue reading →
Found this on youtube which gave me great happiness but nothing on facebook would let me post it there, going so far as to post a completely different link. Very interesting, but weird. Continue reading →
“In fact,” says I, “I have one burning question about clouds and I’ve always hoped to meet the right person to ask. My question is: what keeps clouds together?” Continue reading →
Art is a real thing. Art is the soul of the whisper of the cloud on the horizon.
