a little taste of europe in brattleboro

feet meandering

  come upon crumbling stucco

 kissed by ivy lips 

inequality

in a museum we are warned not to touch,

but no one lectures the art about touching us.

(wood carving by gennaro prozzo)

a rainy day

drop your umbrella at the front door,

tug off your rain boots and your wet socks and slip into your softest comfort clothes,

snuggle up on the sofa with a bowl of sweet cherries

and a fat book.

does life get any better?

claire de la fontaine singing a french ballad at one of wendy redlinger's house concerts

may you all find bliss in what you do

(fyi-yesterday's image is of an outdoor art installation at the hood museum in n.h.)

the gears of space and time keep spinning

 do you ever feel as if

  you're trying to enter a complicated dance?