Gladys Knight auditions Pips

I always wanted to be a Pip!

Goodbye, Lucie

Shenadoah - images from the Blue Ridge Parkway

Orange VA

Stopped morning walk by this little brook & ivy covered tree.

Souvenir from the Citadel

On Saturday, April 7, our Deva pilgrims and host friends climbed the Citadel Hill in Deva. On the way, young Orsy Mate too great delight in picking the wildflowers that grew everywhere and offering them to us. We didn't know if it was okay to be picking wildflowers, but hey, we were the guests and it was her town. Besides, as Robert Heinlein said: "Little girls, like butterflies, need no excuse."

I took the flowers Orsy gave me and pressed them with kleenex in the small photo album I carried. My mom has a hobby of laminating dried flowers, and makes her own notecards as well as occasional framed gifts. So once back in the states, I gave her the flowers from Orsy and asked her to do what she could. The result was this very nice framed keepsake.
In one of life's small symmetries, Orsy picked the flowers two days after her birthday, and my mom gave me the framed flowers two days after my birthday a couple month later. Thanks, ladies!

Into the Twilight

OUT-WORN heart, in a time out-worn,
Come clear of the nets of wrong and right;
Laugh, heart, again in the grey twilight,
Sigh, heart, again in the dew of the morn.

Your mother Eire is aways young,
Dew ever shining and twilight grey;
Though hope fall from you and love decay,
Burning in fires of a slanderous tongue.

Come, heart, where hill is heaped upon hill:
For there the mystical brotherhood
Of sun and moon and hollow and wood
And river and stream work out their will;

And God stands winding His lonely horn,
And time and the world are ever in flight;
And love is less kind than the grey twilight,
And hope is less dear than the dew of the morn.

- William Butler Yeats


We're going to Ireland -- with many friends. The trip two years in planning is getting close!

Bring me my arrows of desire

from Marriage of Heaven and Hell

If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear as it is, infinite.

from Auguries of Innocence

To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.

-William Blake

from Little, Big

The farther in you go, the bigger it gets.

-John Crowley