The Sun Says “Hurry Up” and Other Fall Thoughts


I’m going to share a little old and a little new today. In November of 2014 I wrote:

AUTUMN PLAYS TRICKS WITH TIME

Waking moments are fewer

The sun says “Hurry up” while

The wind pushes us along and

I swear time moves faster by

Taunting my to-do lists and

My goal sheets

Each minute holds the seconds more loosely than the last

And they fall away quickly like the leaves that desert the trees

Then swirl along the ground

Warning of the darkness beckoning as

The year readies to close its eyes and then

In a moment’s blink

A New Year wakes and we begin again.

 

Facing the Vast Horizon

My nephew was on a California beach on his 9th birthday. He looks pretty comfortable with beach life, doesn’t he? I expect he sees the ocean as a giant adventure.

Some people look at the ocean, the waves, and colors and it brings a sense of calm. I have a hard time even imagining that emotional response.

Over the last few years, I’ve had

Another Broadway Rundown

Times Square and theatre fuel Marcus’ busy brain like nothing else. He absorbs and reflects the energy and passion.

When Marcus is one of a group of many, it’s hard for him to be heard and share his ideas. When he and I travel alone, especially on a theatre trip, he shares constantly; we chat together non-stop. In fact, this last trip I marveled internally at how much he had to say in every conversation, never at a loss for words.

Painting with Words

Personally…

Picasso paintings are too much, too much for me.

The sharp edges, the abrasive color pallet, the brash tones and raw emotion. It provokes unpleasant, thorny, sensations under my skin; his work aggravates my nerves. It is valid. But not an experience I enjoy.  

Elaine

I prefer the works of the realism periods. One of my favorite paintings is called “Elaine.” It’s so evocative. The moment I saw it, I felt part of me slip away onto the

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