I’m not exactly sure where in the universe I am. It’s a little buggy but quite beautiful. There are goats and cats and orcs and a cat-like people, some zombies, a few undead and some goblins. The usual players and a few trolls among them.
Long for screen shots of my travels? Check out this flickr folder. More will be added as they come in.
I’m not always quite so crouched down and ready to pounce. Something about taking the screenshots does that. Oh well.
Put on hat coat gloves
Before I step into cold;
I think: Die ticks die!
A response to this article about stink bugs
While I am sleeping
and there in my dreamings rove
what night will stay me?there in the deep night
my dreamings and sleepings twist
no arms to moor me.the fictional man
virtual or digital
no arms around me.
where are the young men
now turned grey and old with years
living with the past.Encountering hope
a momentary glimmer
if only a spark.
Seems amazing that it’s the twenty-fifth already but there you go, February.
On the quilting front: sewn halfway in one direction. How mysterious is that description. If you’re a quilter you probably get it.
Ran around today,
did disconnected errands
then sat down to sew.Where are memories?
flown or hidden, lost to time
was it just a dream?A photo of mom
taken when she was twenty,
pretty and posing.We are all young once
and have the same years to stash
our tales of living
Discovering the truth about ourselves is a lifetime’s work, but it’s worth the effort.
