Poetry: The Awakening by James Weldon Johnson
The Awakening by James Weldon Johnson I dreamed that I was a rose That grew beside a lonely way, Close by a path none ever chose, And there I…
Abstract Photography: Untitled (Sunrise)
The golden snippets of the rising sun that walk me to work have exposed my lies about not being a morning person. I had forgotten the generous kisses…
Observation: The Joy of Rainy Days
Some of us truly love the rain. We therefore get carried away when spring approaches and the snow becomes water again. I am arrogantly ignorant of the notion…
Poetry: The Soul’s Friend by Rumi
The Soul's Friend by Rumiº Listen to your essential self, the Friend: When you feel longing, be patient, and also prudent, moderate with eating and drinking. Be like …