Sharing a life of inner and outer journeys. And this was yet another. On another note, I am now graced by the presence of 900 followers. That the 900th is a dear new friend, makes this milestone that much sweeter. I am keeping up with as many of your posts as my life,. April 13, 2018, Prescott-. Happy Friday the Thirteenth! .

My soul echoes to all winds. A Sunday afternoon in Amiens in August. À un Dimanche après-midi à Amiens en Août. A Sunday afternoon in Amiens in August. English version below the pictures. Nous étions en vacance dans notre ville. The bandstand on a square with four musicians playing jazz. Le kiosque ave 4 musiciens jouant du jazz. The crowd and the architectural frame. La foule dans un cadre architectural. Another part of the relaxed crowd , very colored. La fontaine apportait sa musique .

Sometimes I Think I Am Like Water. But yesterday, we had drenching rains and thunderstorms, the remnant of a Pacific hurricane. And, it was painful. But you know what? It starts with a dull pulsing in my hands,. As skies fade from blue to grey.

From the Church of the Toasted Coconut Doughnut. Letters to the Universe and Other Friends. End of Summer Blues and What Not. I feel this is an apt, if not a bit nebulous, metaphor for the current state of my inner life. For the good of living things, I am going to have to make a plan to claw my way back up to the air.

A great heap of uncertainty. Some of it of the steaming pooh variety. I am losing my mind. Travel, but not really. I was looking for something in my saved Xanga files the other day.

The blog home of mystery writer Jeff Markowitz. Murder on the Newlywed Game and Other Life Lessons Revisited. Middot; by jeff markowitz.

We will never have true civilization until we have learned to recognize the rights of others. Put a Little Love In Your Heart. Think of your fellow man. Lend him a helping hand. Put a little love in your heart.

In my travels I found no answers, only wonders. She sits alone upon the stair. Golden highlights in her hair. Wearied head against the wall. To rouse herself to climb again. Takes the mettle she fears she lacks. Yet loathe she is to descend. Thus she sits upon the stair.