Who turns on their alarm during vacation? That was my cranky question as my guy began to set his phone alarm for a 6:00 a.m. wake up call.
“Sunrise is at 7:07,” he reminds me. So I accede. We’re vacationing at a spot where the sun rises with insistence in bold sherbet colors above the ocean. We have vowed to ooh and ahh at the sun’s wake-up majesty every morning we’re there.
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When Megan entered the limo that was waiting for her at the San Francisco airport, she gasped. The unexpected passenger sent her a guilty grin.
“Joseph! What are you doing here?” (see The Unknowable, Revealed?).
“Namaste,” Megan’s assistant replied. “I figured you weren’t the only one who needed a quiet and reflective week.” Continue reading
Megan accepted the applause at the end of her speech but was dismayed. She hadn’t felt the normal elation that came after a successful corporate weekend.
This was her fourth year of speaking at the annual conference of her peers – a conglomeration of scientists, engineers, mathematicians, and theologians. Her talk on “The quantum theory and how the electrodynamics of the Universe integrates fundamental physics concepts to better understand the impact of human activities on Earth’s systems” was always a popular culmination to the gathering. Continue reading
The love songs speak of youth, of yearning
Of urging those pangs of lust and hunger
Of the delicious spark of electricity when
Chemistry combines with convenience and
Sex burns as bright as a just-lit flame. Continue reading
Thanks to Geralt, Pixabay.
How many books are waiting for you, impatiently, piled throughout your house or on your Kindle? Author and blogger, Diana Peach presented a challenge – write a poem or story about your TBR pile. I got inspired with the help of Robert Frost and his “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.” (Tap to read Frost’s poem)
Whose books are these, I think you know
Strew on shelf and floor and chair, though
I try to pass, no stopping here,
But each unique like flakes of snow.
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