"Spring Landscape," by Achille Laugé (French, 1861–1944). Laugé was a Neo-Impressionist painter born in Arzens. Laugé never followed his teachers’ methods and advice, and his work was considered radical for its time. Influenced by French Neo-Impressionist painters Georges Seurat (1859–1891), Paul Signac (1863–1935), and Camille Pissarro (1831–1903), Laugé adopted elements of their style without aligning … Continue reading The Rite of Spring
If you would like to listen to me recite this poem, click the following link: With You Now Musical background selection, "Snow and Light," by Dustin O'Halloran on his album, "Lumiere." I Am With You Now by JJHIII24 The light escapes from the window, Across the room, Lands on my face, Gets under my eyelids, … Continue reading I Am With You Now
I bow and extend my hand. You place your hand in mine. We walk slowly to a clearing, Never looking away. I'm drifting, sailing, floating, dreaming. Slow motion blends with my astonishment. I pull away to see your face. The moment is fleeting. It … Continue reading The Dance Begins
Christmas at the Lake House By JJHIII24 Tumbling memories spill out along the uncertain path before me; The surrounding forest whispers its morning message, As I trudge my way through dew-ladened grass; Cooler air nips at my fingertips and toes As the fog envelopes me in a vague embrace. The early morning exhales a silent … Continue reading Christmas at the Lake House
In my previous post, I wrote about author Richard Brautigan, whose success in the late 1960's and throughout the 1970's brought him great notoriety and financial rewards for a time. His tendency to engage in a variety of self-destructive behaviors, and a degree of recklessness in attending to his own well-being, over time, ultimately led … Continue reading Crossroads
"I can control my destiny, but not my fate. Destiny means there are opportunities to turn right or left, but fate is a one-way street. I believe we all have the choice as to whether we fulfill our destiny, but our fate is sealed."--Paulo Coelho "Strange things blow in through my window on the wings … Continue reading The Flow of Destiny
"July, she will fly, And give no warning to her flight." --from the Simon and Garfunkel song, "April, Come She Will," 1966, "Sounds of Silence" July did fly past for me in important ways. It seems I wasn't able to post anything last month, and there was no warning for me that it would be … Continue reading July…She Will Fly…
As the morning light bestows its first sweet caress, It stirs my waking dream to life, Loosening the reluctant grasp of Yesterday's liquid night; The stillness of the dark water, In the wee hours before dawn, Slowly yields to the tides within me. They ripple gently in steady, rhythmic response, As my heart reclaims its … Continue reading From Morning Light To The Next Liquid Night
"Finally we must make use of all the aids which intellect, imagination, sense-perception, and memory afford in order, firstly, to intuit simple propositions distinctly; secondly, to combine correctly (compare) the matters under investigation with what we already know, so that they too may be known; and thirdly, to find out what things should be compared … Continue reading Our Human Powers
When I close my eyes after looking at the photo above, I can still smell the late summer air as we played together on the open fields at Valley Forge National Park. I can still feel the sun on my face. I can hear again the squeals of delight from my "little sisters," as they … Continue reading The Golden Days of Youth
John's Consciousness 