Transition

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Suspended

For nearly 12 years I have attended the biannual Tempe arts street fair for the single purpose of seeing Ora Tamir’s surreal wonderlands. As if painted from within the landscapes of my own soul, her enchanting beings draw me in to a universe her and I have once shared. Each year I become braver and braver in my incitation of conversation, usually after I have spent some time preening over her latest masterpiece, I break into a humble will and…

Bearer of Light

As the green summer leaves fade like a watercolor into golden ambers and mustards, the old China Berry tree facing the west of my yard begins to shed again.  This is the Earth’s way of telling me October has arrived bearing a season of transition.  With it comes the early set of a resting sun, and a cool night breeze playing its mysterious tune within the hollow of my wooden chimes.  As I sit, and watch, and listen, I attune…