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farewell June

haunted memories summer sunsets we hum along this ancient tune. Rituals, tides, we follow light. Moonlight, Sunlight, Cathode Ray Tube light, diodes emitting light.  We de-light in light. Pattern of change as our home rotates– it always has, revolving too. Spun up like cotton candy layers, wispy strands of memories, connecting us in the humid month of June. Gone too soon, farewell for now. Beyond jagged edges of space and time, our lives live strong. Burning like embers, glowing red, flickering lights.…

General Thoughts on Heroes (Spring Clean AtoZ speak)

Intro Participating in the last 3 years of Cheryl Sleboda’s spring clean blog hop has been critical in my development as an artist and my life. Not joking. Seriously, I am too busy, too engineer, too Spock, too Sheldon, too much geek or what ever box you chose to put me in. Yes, I know, I am like Yoda–weird and small saying things and doing things that don’t make sense to all. I mean no disrespect. Only…

starfish, innocence and hope

Dear Innocence, I wish you were a starfish. If you lost an arm, it would grow back. In fact, that lost arm might grow back a new body. I thought 420 was something about Earth Day. I love our Earth, it’s a spinning rock that’s mostly water–what’s not to love. No one likes to feel stupid, so I’m glad I like to fact check or I might have said something stupid.   Life is hard. We will all…

Evergreen Dream for reals

I’m a Greyhound who studied at the Evergreen Campus of Loyola of Baltimore. Enough with the mascots but dreams, actions, words, works–all these are woven in my life. Please allow my story to unwind. Evergreen Dream While other trees drop their leaves, slim down and prepare for the long cold winter, those audacious pines, cedars, firs remain green. Prickly, sappy and harsh; evergreens endure snow and ice.  Once their flowering friends appear, they vanish from view. Unsung heroes, taking a supporting…

Speak Softly and Carry a Lot of Love

With the same care and respect as when I shared them with my mother-in-law, I share them with you. Speak Softly and Carry a Lot of Love; the volume (value) of a message is not measured in decibels. 9:57PM April 15, 2013 I wrote: Do you ever find yourself giving advice and realize that the words that you just have said words that are the very ones you yourself need to hear? Today found myself saying “we don’t need…

LIU – look it up

Look it up Three wise words. Listening to my own advice! Starting to ask a question on Facebook, and caught myself–instead I googled the term I didn’t understand. Voila, I learned something new.  So I jumped back to FB and shared the link I found. We have a wealth of information right at our fingertips, but us humans tend to rely on the people we know. Maybe it’s because finding real info on the internet is like finding a needle in a pile of…

Like Blood

As I my fingers click the keyboard, this post springs forth like a bud or leaf. Software is everywhere. Unsung hero. We touch, see, smell and experience the tangible outer shell, the Hardware. Software is like Blood. I’ve been saying this for a few years, and realized I better write it down and put a date on it. If ever there is a job of professional analogist, I’m going to need this data. Back to the topic… Software is like…

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