Spring for Illustration Friday

Another bit unearthed in the old journal today. I’m not sure who I was writing this to. There’s no date and I don’t remember. Maybe I was writing it to my future self. Maybe I was writing it to the Universal Collective. I am putting it here for YOU. Whomever reads this, it applies to…

This fog moved in suddenly this morning. I live very close to the sound and I’m on a bluff so the fog moves through us here. I can see billows of moisture swirling in the air backlit by the morning sun. This is all accompanied by the sound of a foghorn. It’s completely enchanting.  

Beautiful Empty Pages by Hafiz What kind of work Can I do in this world? Who would be kind enough To hire an old holy Bum, One with a great reputation For loving the charms Of the lawless And the wild artists and the lewd? Maybe I could become a poet. Maybe the Beloved Will…

*sin·cere /sɪnˈsɪər/ –adjective, -cer·er, -cer·est. 1. free of deceit, hypocrisy, or falseness; earnest: a sincere apology. 2. genuine; real: a sincere effort to improve; a sincere friend. 3. pure; unmixed; unadulterated. Today, I found myself using a “sweet” voice as I was trying to get a salesman to go away from my door. I really…