El Oso y Madrono. It's where the world meets when you are in Madrid. It's where the adventure begins...a vino tinto for two...a reunion with friends at La Fontana de Oro... perhaps a match-up between the matador y el toro... Other nights it's content to take a paseo, arm in arm with your amor, enchanted … Continue reading El Oso y Madrono
poetry
Easy Being Green
It is easy being green, nestled there between the leaves and lemons, barely to be seen.
Inside Looking Out
When darkness surrounds and worry abounds; Hold fast! Be not dismayed. In the darkest of rooms Inside our homes, our souls Hope Exists. Look out and you will find light inside.
Table for Two
Rosevilla, Ormond Beach, FL. I waited for you, at our table for two. I could see your smile, your hand in mine as we stared lovingly beyond the trials and the joys. Us two, cross starred lovers till the end did we love each other. And so I waited for you longingly. Only to remember … Continue reading Table for Two
Oasis
Washington Oaks State Park, Florida This oasis. It is nestled there. Available for any and all who seek respite and care from life's worries and weights. In fact, it waits for you there... The oasis of prayer will take you there.
Grown. Grounded. Taller.
Washington Oaks State Park, Florida Here I have grown. Waiting for you. Not because you yearned to see me, but that you discovered me. You marveled at my immensity. You wondered how old I was. You climbed me adventurously when you were ten and I was one thousand. You brought your joys, your loves and … Continue reading Grown. Grounded. Taller.
Beyond the Shore
Washington Oaks Gardens State Park, Florida Just beyond the shore lies another shore; nestled within an infinite skyline. It is from the shore peering beyond the mind begins to wonder and the feet desire; to wander; explore. What might be just over yonder?
Two Roads. One Path.
When hiking it is inevitable that there will come a fork in the road. It is inevitable then that I will faintly smile and recall a familiar poem by Robert Frost, "Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down … Continue reading Two Roads. One Path.
Pilgrim's Journal 