Still waters run deep…


A dream, a rebirth 🙏❤👍🙏

Lance Sheridan

A dream, a dream is it all

Dawn is dim once upon
The clear soft flowing water,
Its smooth round stones no longer deep,
No longer fair and flawless.

So once the rivulet sang for lovers souls
Softer than sleeps caresses,
Brighter than moon shadows waxed and waned,
Now sighs for love it cherished.

Sunless hangs the dark sky’s weight,
Cloud on cloud the storm winds veering,
Heaped on high, veiled with ominous vapor,
Lures and lulls subdued by drought,

Less mighty than the heaving of time or fate.
Now, clothed in dust-colored clay
Lying beneath wooded trees,
Warped and wrinkled, endures a woeful state.

It scorns the shore and leaves them free,
Strange as death, fair as life,
O sea-robbed November;
With once statelier semblance, now feigning.

Come early Spring, the white-winged Nor-Easter,
Snow doth melt and spurs the sea,
A dream, a dream is it all—sky, water, wind;

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Wednesday, Trees for Teagan — Off Center & Not Even


Wonderful images with a beautiful description 🤗❤🙏❤

Teagan's Books

Wednesday, January 22, 2020

2 Gnarly Cottonwoods at sunset Tim PriceTwo Big Gnarly Old Cottonwoods by Tim Price

Tim and Laurie Price live on a magical spot in the Land of Enchantment.  Tim shares a lot of fantastic photos at his blog, Off Center & Not Even.  I was honored when he said I could “claim” one of the trees at their place.  He gave me a choice of some grand trees.  I nearly chose that beautiful blue spruce (click over to see it), but the first image (see at the end of this post) of a pair of splendidly gnarly old trees called to me.  You can see all of the trees I could have chosen in Tim’s post (link at the end of this post). 

Desert Atonement Graveyard by Tim Price captureDesert Atonement Graveyard by Tim Price (capture)

Years ago, Tim was inspired by “Atonement, Tennessee” to create his imagining of the house and graveyard. He…

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Terry Jones the Genius ❤


Let’s have another break in my work to give a short tribute to a great genius in, I would say, all kind of Arts.

Actually, I didn’t know him from Monty Python’s movies first, I knew him by his fascinating TV series; Medieval Lives.

And of course, his proof of concept has been clearly seen in the Python’s films.

I’ve heard that he has cancer and also Alzheimer and now his death can be a salvation for him but it is surely a great loss for the world of Arts. Our world. 😔

I want just to imagine how he and Graham Chapman make an chaotic in heaven there above 🤗❤

Rest in Peace and thanks for the wonderful and joyful moments in our lives 🙏❤🙏❤🙏❤

Happy Birthday Federico Fellini


It is a must for me as it comes from my heart to share exceptionally this short announcement on Monday, the day my brain mostly strikes to work!

Today is Federico Fellini’s hundredth anniversary, let’s have a celebration on this genius 🤗🙏❤

Here is a scene of one of his best works! Amarcord (I remember)

Cornwall. A separate place. Location in writing.


An extensive description and surely a worthy book to read 👍💖🙏😊

shehanne moore

The Historical Cornish Environment—a land of Smugglers and Secrets …

A separate people. Throughout the early modern period, many Cornish people continued to regard Cornwall, not as an English county, but as a British country, called Kernow. … ‘

‘Physical isolation provides the key to Cornish history. A rocky peninsula, jutting out some 90 miles into the Atlantic Ocean, Cornwall stands at the extreme south-western corner of the British Isles. Surrounded by waves on all sides but one, it is practically severed from the adjoining lands to the east by the River Tamar, which runs almost from sea to sea. Although mediaeval Cornwall was – technically speaking – an English county just like any other, the culture of the ordinary Cornish people remained entirely different from that of their English neighbours. They still spoke in the Cornish tongue: a language, closely allied with Welsh. They still prided themselves on…

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How strong the woman, how frail the man

He chanced upon her dressing
She had got so far as
tights and knicker elastic allowed
Naught else

As is her way
A private conference
With the unborn babe in her belly
Telling him to
Get his act together
And show up or fuck off

She turns about face
‘Oh it’s you’
He beams
Tells her just how wonderful she looks
‘No I don’t, I look ridiculous’
She disagrees
For once she was wrong

At the birth
She spat profanities
As if possessed

It seemed like an age yet
She got there in the end

Helpless and hopeless
He takes of his leave
For just a minute or two
Glorious nicotine and salty tears
In the concrete jungle outside
Under a stoned moon

Composure partially restored
He returns

The child at her breast now
He kisses them both
Her first

All her…

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Doing what a Grandpa must do!


Hi lovely friends. It’s a short announcement for my absence today as I must do my duty!

Yes I know that you know it is Saturday and m loveliest day but there is someone who is my loveliest on too; Mila, My granddaughter 😊

And she is one year young now, therefore, I must get to my son’s for the celebration.

Just look at her, how can I ignore this cute girl 😉😊


Have a wonderful Saturday everyone 💖💖