Saturday, October 20, 2007

The IF word this week is Grow.


Excerpt from the DISCOVER magazine
by Gregory Mone
"When Julius Caesar exhaled his last breath, he bequeathed approximately 1022 molecules to the atmosphere around him. Air leaving the lungs is 78 percent nitrogen, 16 percent oxygen, and 4 percent carbon dioxide—depleted in oxygen and enriched more than a hundredfold in carbon dioxide compared with what went in, due to human metabolism. Some of the carbon dioxide probably got trapped and digested by plants in a nearby garden, but the vast majority of the exhaled molecules began to fan out over an ever-widening area. Within a decade, that breath had dispersed completely around Earth, and most of it is still in circulation. Odds are, at least one of the molecules that Caesar (or Mozart or Martin Luther King, for that matter) relinquished when he died is flowing into your lungs as you read these lines."

As you were growing as a child, think of all the great, near great and unknown people who's molecules helped you grow. Think of all the bits and pieces that were woven together to make you who you are, who you will be. Let that thought grow.

Tuesday, October 16, 2007


It's fall and it seemed like a good time to do some fall house cleaning. I've removed all the posts from the floods but I saved your very much appreciated comments. This is my second year of blogging and I wanted a fresh start. Frankly I've had enough of looking at flood damage. We are recovering with the help of friends and the kindness of strangers. So....let's get on with it!!!!

Friday, April 06, 2007


C'EST PAS FACILE D'ÊTRE VERT
(IT AIN'T EASY BEING GREEN.)*
Standing at the cross-roads
Of the Six Ways,
The withered moor! ~Issa

(The Six Ways are the six conditions of sentient life,
hell, that of the hungry ghosts, animals, nature spirits,
human beings, gods.)
*I borrowed this line from merlinprincesse


Sunday, March 25, 2007



I Spy......
(speed drawing, self portrait)

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Thursday, March 08, 2007


Tangeriene Queen and Bubble Snails on the Pond-in-Dreams

Monday, March 05, 2007

Hid,hide, hidden...


Night deepens,
And sleep in the villages;
Sounds of falling water.
~Buson