Mid-winter Melody, Love, and Memories |
I have been wrapping presents, it is cold and damp outside, there is a fire in the fireplace and the sound of Christmas music flows from the piano in my living room. There are so many things I n...
Posted by Morgan on Mon, 25 Dec 2006 06:42:00 PST |
Might Be Moving |
I have a job offer back on the west coast again and may be moving back. It has been too many years away and I have missed the west coast, but there is so much involved in moving. ...
Posted by Morgan on Sun, 05 Nov 2006 02:07:00 PST |
The Journey Home |
The plane rushed ahead then ascended gently on the flowing air, we were lifted into the evening sky with Oakland sparkling below in the Pacific sunset. The pilot banked the plane west out over t...
Posted by Morgan on Sun, 05 Nov 2006 01:58:00 PST |
Empty Heart & Fond Memories |
The sun shines just as it has for thousands of years since humankind first woke to view the wonders of the earth, but on this day, the mortality of our faint existence comes home to me. One of m...
Posted by Morgan on Tue, 04 Apr 2006 09:11:00 PST |
Who are You? |
Life is an endless adventure, but only for the soul brave enough to reach. The future is forever unknown and the past is for our memories, but here . . . this moment is at our beckon and with it...
Posted by Morgan on Mon, 10 Oct 2005 05:50:00 PST |
Too long away |
Have you beheld the dawn coming to life over the city, as the black sky of night gradually turns indigo blue? The early bird starts to sing to the new day and hesitantly the eastern sky lightens as t...
Posted by Morgan on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
What a heavenly morning |
What a glorious morning. I went for a ride on my bike this morning and I could feel the seasons changing just as I feel the seasons changing within me. The sky was a mixture of clouds and light inte...
Posted by Morgan on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
What is your cage? |
It is the captive soul that desires to be free and the free heart that longs to be captive....
Posted by Morgan on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Autumn winds |
The wind of autumn sings to me through the fleeting leaves of summer. Blowing through my hair, across my cheeks, and touching faintly my lips, Then proceeding on it carries my kiss and my promise to t...
Posted by Morgan on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
See life as a child |
Life should be a never-ending adventure . . . rushing forth like a child overflowing with excitement, unbounded curiosity,
breathless and enthusiastic to peek around the next bend beholding...
Posted by Morgan on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
