It Doesn’t Matter What Universe You’re From… In the end, Love is all that matters, How much of it is in you, How much of it bled out into your world, Painting the place better, Even just a touch. You’ll
In Spirit… With you now love will be, Blessing is need we what, Turned outside in be must the wind, For emptiness the dark side is, Light waiting filled to be, So such a force love is, Underneath we are
Vortices… Great spinning energy, Red flame flecks like spinning burning leaves, Bits of paper in an orange-lit cyclone of mind, Special places where the fire is a healing burn, Cracking open the shells of rebirth, What is a disaster for
Bye Bye Black Cloud… Enough grey skies and rain, Lightning strikes and pain, Bring on the wind today, Blow this low down black cloud away. Bye bye black cloud flown away, Love and fortune are mine from this day, Sunshine
…is what led my literary world to come full-circle tonight. Presented by Dale Garcia of Old Town Temecula Candlelight Walking Tours, This is truly a treasure trove of historical background on the city of Temecula, California, and its surrounding region.
Like Bernie, I’m horrified by the attacks in Paris. It’s taken me a bit to process at all…but it raises a different fear in me than it does in many others, I think. Being a writer and artist a heart,
I see it online, and I see it in local meetings; People are passionate in their support of Bernie Sanders. To many, possibly even millions now, Bernie represents hope at the edge of a cliff. The fear of oligarchy and
Metal sculpture by Ricardo Breceda, photographic interpretation by Daniel A. Stafford, 2015. In An Octopus’s Garden… When the Beatles met The Octopus, Magic happened, They tried mightily to capture it in song, The whole world tried to help, Sang along,