INCONCEIVABLY BLONDE....

Dedicated to Alana Deringer Segall, friend of my heart and soul, a great hero and mentor and tremendous example who returned to Heaven Friday, June 12, 2015....I love you now and forever.... People act like death is war-- a personal vendetta. And, while I suppose it can be, I disagree. To me, life is much more a mountain to climb, conquer, figure out, wrestle,  and struggle with... battle against, if you will... until that gradual surrender. Death is peace, the reprieve, the calm after the storm that is life.... the pause, the space, the catching of breath...  letting go-- finally-- to be able to  spiritually breathe, see, and feel.... Reality of what's true and honest , when it all comes down to the wire, is so very different than what we like to think. Drink it all in. Slowly. Sipping. Savoring. Line upon line. Here a little, there a little. Though we somehow tend to linger in the middle, meander, muck around and ar...

A stone keeps on turning in the sand keeps on smoothing, getting glossy in the water swishing 'round back and forth in clouds and sun. A stone keeps on turning in the sand getting smaller, smaller still mixing more into the water swishing 'round back and forth in clouds and sun. A stone keeps on turning in the sand, smoothing, shrinking, drifting down, until it turns into just one, one of  the same same sands that washed it all away under the water and then returns more stones to sand-- sand for water to swish around back and forth in clouds and sun.