All posts for the year 2014

The Lay of the Land part I: What lies beneath

So blessed readers, there is no doubt this winter has been hard on much of the country.  Even the huge avalanche that cut off the city of Valdez Alaska last month was considered extraordinary in an area not easily impressed by snowfall or for that matter avalanches.  Ironically the Valdez avalanche was caused by the […]

When the music stops

The thunderous sound of silence truly rattles the soul the ever fainter echo of retreating footsteps white noise of laughter now gone emptiness so deafening all you hear is the beat of a breaking heart.

The Eye of the Tiger

So blessed readers,  my topic is anger.  A recent post from a Creative Group member got me riled up. Without sharing personal details, I will simply say this writer recounts with sometimes brutal honesty of the struggles to rebuild a life out of addiction and self destruction. The amazing humor embedded in each post draws […]

Requiem

Feathers in the snow Beautiful even in death Nourishment given

The Dead of Winter

So blessed readers (and I call you that with true intention as blessings you may need if you dare continue reading) This is Jack. Jack, as you may have noticed is no ordinary snowman.  Jack is in fact a ZOMBIE snowman.  I owe his presence in my life to the muse of a fellow Bedlam […]

The Saturday Sabbatical

So blessed readers,  several fellow bloggers have posted recently about the importance of  consciously committing to creative time.  It is said great minds think alike and while I lay no claims to any form of genius, I found myself in sync with these same thoughts.  Here is my post on the matter. I must admit […]

Words not mine

An evening dog walk open windows angry words grateful they’re not mine.

Who’s on First?

So blessed readers….a post on the Bedlam Farm Creative Group page got me thinking….. First you may note the change in my greeting.  I have felt for a while now the blog intro sounded forced.  To greet this virtual gathering as “dear” implies a level of amity ( look it up,  it’s a word worth […]

Ode to the Zombie Pig

So, dear readers.  This poem insisted on being posted.  It is an inside reference to a muse of one of my Bedlam Farm Creative Group friends.  It may seem mysterious to some, especially the photo orb.  But perhaps some inspiration will rise from pondering it. There is a place     where nothing is impossible   […]

Sunset comes too soon……

So dear readers,  I am standing at the window ( or was until I sat down to write) watching  the sun sink below the snow covered rooftops and cursing the sleet that keeps me and the dogs inside. I could use a good walk to clear my clouded thoughts.  You see this is the sunset […]