A beautiful sky. Merry Christmas my friends. My mind is dancing in good memories. I tell anyone who will listen. Raising children is hard work and it is worth every minute. Lake St.… Continue reading
If I had magic. (A old poem. I wish we stop the madness. This is one earth and one people.) Johnnie walked the California Fault line alone. Looking for a ancient and holy… Continue reading
December morning… The days of December are here. Kind earth is resting and we must become Winter people. The fire are burning and grandfathers must become the story tellers. He must entice the… Continue reading
