Discovering Beauty in Everyday Life

Wake up! The day comes up anyway the same old cracked-up dawn. Same concrete against the stumpy flowers dry as summer. What happened to all the maybes, All those forks to choose from? Fork one fork two; one-a-fork two-a-fork The trouble is, we resonate with beauty, Seeking the mending way I have a certain feeling in the bone. It came on cell by cell, raising me up a half an inch at a time. United Nations ~ November 2014

Let the plant wither if it must, the seed fell days ago; Stuck in a pod, half blind, trapped in a cold puddle, Like some muddied, pock-marked, leftover snowball. Too dismal to throw. I have nothing to do but hibernate. What am I some kind of iced-over, frost bitten hedgehog? I’m shrinking!   How can this be with all these trickles? I’m down to a husk of a thing, rattling around like some blind-sided snail. I’m dying out here! Or  maybe drying; at least things are improving, I mean how can I do anything about it? OUCH! I’ve been crunched by a rabid runner and stuffed into a furrow! I think I’ll cry...yes... Wait a minute, what is that streaming stuff? Is it dirt?   Is it Sun?   Is it Rain? I’m growing!  Help! I’m being resurrected! ckr.com/496/19465894059_7431b11602_c.jpg" width="530" height="800" alt="20150709-DSC_6974">

I came across a gift the other evening, among the discards and the wannabes, My #2 New York Kentucky Coffee tree, with pods for the very first time. Cool to the touch, leaves as soft as a kitten, Powder on the underside, sleek and satin on the top. Translucent in the pale evening. Swirling and singing, each leaf an instrument, weaving up a fractal symphony.   An instrument of the wind, certain in the late afternoon. New York Kentucky Coffee Tree, Summer 2015

An emotional snow doesn’t do any harm Especially at 90 degrees. With a wet underarm, when the weather is warm, With no ice on the eaves, no breeze in the trees, Let this photo snowstorm act as your unicorn, To re-write the day (in its usual way) To conform to a happier norm…

Well, perhaps it isn't EXACTly a Classic Brownstone.  So maybe it's a BrickStone Brownstone, but regardless, it has the Very Soul of a Brownstone!  And what is a Brownstone anyway?  It is a spirit matter, is it not? James Alleyne (Contractor) & Godfrey Griffith (Architect):  June 2014 Upstairs Beautiful 3-Window room--Before (June 2014) Bathroom Before ...(June 2014)