Writing

Journal: Morning 10 Jul 2017

Hello Blog, my old friend.  It has been a number of weeks since I wrote last.  Surgeries and recovery and selling Dad’s house and all. It has been a little consuming on the mental front.  Today is my first full week back to the grind.  Thought I would start it right and write. I have been working on old photographs and tracking my ancestry.  Seems fitting as I feel a little out of sorts with “who am I?”  Don’t be mistaken, having []

Old Journal Entries 2017-01-15

Leaves of Grass Skirting the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest) skyward in air a sudden muffled sound, the dalliance of the eagles. The rushing, amorous contact high in space.  The clinching, interlocking claws. A living, fierce, gyrating wheel.  Four beating wings, two beaks, a swirling mass, tight grappling, in tumbling turning clustering loops straight downward faling.  Till o’er the river pois’d, the twain yet one, a moment’s lull.  A motionless still balance in the air, then parting, talons loosing.  Upward []