Reflections By The Bay

WHISPERED PRAYERS The seasons have their whispers; the seasons have their prayers. November has its moments; November has its praye...

BUT WHO TOOK THE PICTURE? I sat there all alone, on a rock, single and silent, up there in the green hills, in a quiet spot, over...

DOORS Doors: Opened? Closed? When we describe a closed door as “shut” are we implying something about the person inside? What a...

YOU HAVE TO KNOW THE TERRITORY Sitting, just relaxing, just doing nothing, on a porch, on a Sunday afternoon, being all alone with ...

DOES WATER EVER COMPLAIN? When you’re that strong, that present, that necessary, when you’re most of the planet and most of the...

PLAYING FOR PENNIES The honeymoon was over – 5 days and 4 nights in the Poconos – May, 1950. It was maybe 4 months after that – roughly...

THE CEMETERY IN OUR SOUL* Cemetery stones are all together in the dark green cemetery in our soul – our dead. The soul can move graves aroun...