Category Archives: beauty
With morning’s bright song in my step, taking me three miles out and back, and then — a mockingbird singing. Somewhere very close. I stop dead. There she is in the middle of the fence-climbing shrub, by the sidewalk. Almost … Continue reading
Diamond dust. Isn’t that a pretty name? It sounds magical, like something a fairy would sprinkle from a magic wand. But this was a real thing. No magic needed. Only the right temperature to crystallize fog. I saw it twinkling, … Continue reading
My friend is trying to find a mystery girl. Back in the 70s, when he was an aspiring young photographer, complete with free-spirit and long ponytail, he went around Cape Cod with cameras slung around his neck, out to see … Continue reading
You were drawn to the photo of the laughing child; chubby little face with ears sticking out. “Monkey Girl,” you called her. The grin on that baby’s face lit her up like a thousand suns, one arm wrapped around her … Continue reading
The sixth excerpt from my collection of beautiful prose is from the book, Beauty, by John O’Donohue, an Irish priest, poet and philosopher at the forefront of Celtic spirituality. His best known work is probably Anam Cara, an international bestseller. … Continue reading
Blue sky floating with puffy, pink-white Monet clouds with blurry edges.
Rounder and rounder the moon she grows, as if filled with a secret that nobody knows.
Here’s the fifth excerpt from my collection of beautiful prose. This one is An Unreasonable Woman, by Diane Wilson, a Texas gulf coast shrimp boat captain and mother of five who took on a powerful chemical company when she found … Continue reading
The sky is filled with flannel gray clouds– lumpy, lowering clouds, as raw and brooding as a Brontë novel. Large, expectant clouds waiting for a storm to rouse them into action.