Songs and stories from the deep. Last night I dreamed of eagles. They soared on the breath of heaven with powerful wings, wild and unconquerable and free. I rejoiced, for I flew with them, beating my own sturdy pinions, my eyes clear and focused on wonders far beyond the horizons glimpsed by earthbound men. Too soon, morning dawned with desert heat and dry winds; my dream dissolved as mist in the fierce burning of reality. I am a blind beggar, crying piteously for daily bread.

Fresh and Organic from the Tree of Life. I invite my readers to go take a look. Thirty One Years of Beauty. Golden Apples on a Silver Tray.

And Everywhere I Went, The World was on My Side. To Sir, with Love. Those schoolgirl days of telling tales and biting nails are gone. But in my mind I know they will still live on and on. If you wanted the sky I would write across the sky in letters. The time has come for closing books and long last looks must end.