wandering

60 years later

I still wander the rooms of

that cold, empty house

Frosty-window

 

 

 

 

in the beginning

boundless emptiness

vast and spacious like merging

sky and water seamless

the-merging-of-night-and-day

Fear

“but fear of making

mistakes can itself become

a huge mistake:” risk

all for love for life is risky.

If-You-Risk-Nothing-You-Risk-Everything

more on writing

Writing as a practice invites me to contemplate my world, the nooks and crannies of a room, a thought, a memory, a smell, the taste of a chocolate chip macaroon, with awareness that belies the mundane.  Every moment, every experience is an endless opportunity for observation.