Monday, January 7, 2008

i know not whither

on a fine fall morning last year, out with my friend sander in his boat, gliding
gloriously through this water-wealthy village we live in, there was hardly a cloud - literally and figuratively - in the sky.
the same heavens - literally and figuratively - are looking slightly more somber just now.
all i can really do is go with the flow, as they say, and blow, believing, in the wind.

Tuesday, January 1, 2008

only in a quiet mind

my wish, for you (and, truth be told, for me, too):

clear skies.
smooth seas.
time, wisdom, perception.

don't let the good get away.

i hope your 2008 exceeds all expectations.