The Workbench After the burial, I walk up to the old white clapboard house and peer with cupped hands into a cobwebbed cellar window. Inside the dank and musty interior, I see my grandfather’s once vital workbench ghostlike, scarcely lit by streaks of powdered April sunshine. His step stool once too big for me, seems … Continue reading The Workbench
It’s time to become acquainted with a new season and embrace a limitless horizon, vast and mysterious. No longer desiring to be held back, a long silence stirs awake. My life map unfolds; a new journey begins… revealing new dreams with the same heart.
It is the first day of National Poetry Month and this blog is declared to be officially open or perhaps I should say "re-open". Blog posts have not been made for quite sometime and what a perfect time to re-open Journey On to readers! Inspiration for this came when I took a photo of the … Continue reading Deep Winter, Now Gone