January 21…

It’s a new moon in Aquarius… and Mercury is retrograde. In other words, I am sitting here trying to sync my iPhone, iPad and Mac into conversation while all I really care about is taking a nap or cuddling up with a hand-held paperback romance. In particular, FDR and Lucy, Lovers And Friends. A true-life love story (and betrayal of Eleanor Roosevelt) and character study of lives that shaped events on the global stage. I wonder how they navigated a Mercury retrograde – did real-life phone operators plug into the wrong lines? Or kind of like Lucy and Ethel when the chocolate conveyer belt runs awry. Maybe it was a wayward Mercury behind that classic scene after all.

snow in the forecast the drift of streaming


ag ~ 2015

January 20…

How is it possible to feel so overwhelmed and underwhelmed at the same time? Overwhelmed with the maintenance of living in a reasoning world and underwhelmed by what I choose to describe as creative delight or rapture. Feeling cranky. It’s not hormones. Could be the January blahs similar to the August heat-beat. Dunno. Chocolate might help.


on top of lists

shells from a beach stroll

on top of lists


ag ~ 2015


January 19…

I love to tag posts. I also love hashtags. They can be wildly creative, funny and often much more revealing than the post itself. Tags are supposedly used for organizational and filing purposes – to be able to link, find and retrieve common threads. I also use them to check in on my own meandering and musings and feel, unlike the current trend, that you cannot overuse them (within reason). #this is just too much information – so I may actually do a full post using only hashtags.

One of my favorite blogging tags is (the poetry and philosophy of) blue.

How to describe the width and breath of blue without using the actual word?


cradled in the June sky a glimpse of the dozing moon

berry bumble to while away the taste of ripening

the wail of his sax lingers late into my lap

over the causeway deep into the brine of barnacles

its story lost – a piece of sea-glass



ag ~ 2015




January 18…

How to let the heart love wildly,

and still pay the bills?

How to harness the distress of loneliness

what color what words?

Is unruly grace an oxymoron

or merely a poet’s view?


passion :: the desire of blue beyond the horizon


ag ~ 2015

January 17…

I just searched an old, old love-interest on-line and discovered to my surprise that he has passed. He was my first true love for eight years in grammar school, and ours was a torrid love affair of cut-out valentines and stolen kisses from at least first to fourth grade. He was my first real crush – that point where the heart knows no bounds. I don’t think he ever realized how totally smitten and breathless I felt in his presence (especially at that tender age). And he was my first heartbreak (sigh) – when in seventh grade he fell for an older woman – “a cougar” – in today’s lingo. I still remember her name, Stephanie, the hussy in eighth grade. My how times have changed and not (that for another post). We never kept in touch after he moved and went on to a different high school and life. Funny how things turn out – unbeknownst to me, he became a fairly prolific songwriter and poet. I would have loved to share poetry and maybe a laugh or two about the old days. You just never know… RIP Artie C.

the finality of goodbye beyond belief

ag ~ 2015

January 16…

I had a crappy day today. Crappy is a good word for it. After an emotional upset early on, I later lost my eyeglasses and a favorite scarf. The only saving grace was meeting a therapy dog named Redon. He is an eight year old golden retriever who is in the midst of a career change. From seeing-eye to therapy. I felt better knowing that if a dog, equivalent to the age of 56 can change his habits, so can I. Redon sniffed me and wagged his tail, no doubt recognizing my own canine love on my faded jeans.

sometimes letting go of the small stuff is the big stuff

ag ~ 2015

January 14…recap


Sorry about that last post – I screwed up. I just came from a drawing class and my right brain is trying to control the keyboard. I have right brain///left brain arguments///issues. Please forgive. 

Yellow Submarine button


Truth is though – NJ does have the best pizza! And no I didn’t have any.

fantasizing about tomorrow’s lunch today unmindful blogging

ag ~ 2015


January 16…

I went off my self-imposed gluten free diet for pizza. Resevoir Tavern pizza – thin crust, well-done old fasion tomato pie thank you. Arguably one of the best, and I’ve sampled enough up and down the east coast and a few along the west coast. Forget Chicago. NJ pizza is the one to beat.

so what if it’s

January 14…

Pomegranates and blackberries are my two favorite fruits. Everything about them holds the best of winter and summer in their sweet-tart flavor, strong colors and sensual textures on your tongue. It just ocurred to me that the color of ripe red pomegranates, a winter fruit in these parts, glows more with the warmth of summer while blackberries, a summer fruit, is a more like a cooling balsamic moon on the vine.

why isn’t periwinkle used more often as a verb?

ag ~ 2015

January 13…

Every time I cross the causeway bridge, I watch seagulls catch and ride updrafts which gives the appearance of floating only on stillness. Do they take their own holiday away from routine flight by drifting this way? It never fails to enchant and remind me of my dad who also delighted in all kinds of birds and flight and wanted to return as a seagull only to spread his wings and glide.

is floating simply a gift of breath?

ag ~ 2015