M. Daniel Smith (mdanielsmith.com)

So many people walking around with severe "cringenitis" symptoms in their faces. Oh, I meant Americans. No.... mostly open-minded, believing democracy is a verb, not only a noun, people from every corner of the globe. Sad, as an orange turned into a slob has often opined, looking in the mirror.

I appreciate you sharing.... and will keep sending healing energy your way.

We often seek out answers found outside our kith and kin, as if knowledge gained from those who know us not is more pertinent to our questions asked. The task is to seek answers close to home and hearth, starting with the face seen in the mirror. And the family whontruly knows us best.

A sidewalk canvas, revealing an echoe of the ancient forest once in standing on fertile soil, long ago. The energy still vibrant in the ebb and flow of all who pass as if waves of memories of leather clad feet in gentle steps made along a game trail....

We're you not feeling okay? Healing energy sent you way, my friend.

There are as many hues of blue as can be imagined by nature's knowing brush. Painted in strokes 'cross watered canvas, 'neath a sky that aches to breath in full. Fill your eyes, your open heart until you can take in no more, then step away into the days to come, refreshed by visit made to shore.

As a Mainer, bred and born.... I offer my awe at your image of the great Maine lake....

Slight from the side observatuon, if allowed.... the lower image of the two seems more indicative of rewriting, editing, re-editing, another rewrite, then re-re-editing, then questioning the meaning of life, looking for a job, then.... finally, the first image once more appears with sweet promise.

What perfect irony, that such is grown in iron rich soil....

The forest it came from must be a wonderful place to walk through....

Gotcha! I knew you would know the answer! Counted on it. Be well, my creative and insightful friend.

Wonderfully done, creative one. Kudos....

There is a thread that ties each song to song, as words in flow make a sentance go. To hear each song, as chapters written of notes, is to embrace the entirety of what's being offered to you by the crafters of an albums soul.

Here is where I chose to make my stand, on edge of water kissing rock-faced land. And now my days have dwindled down to few or less.... I bow my head to time's solemn call to lie myself down on a lake-side bed.

Angel feathers sweeping the sky clean of worries, for those willing to go outside and greet the promise of another wonder-filled day....

If it walks like a duck, quacks like one, and acts like one.... it still isn't qualified to represent the American people.

We need to send enough gold medals until he can't stand up. Ego is what killed the beast. (Old King Kong reference)

Reality is a slap in the face to those who've never suffered from personal loss like freedom, a lifetimes work in flames, or a loved one torn away from the bosom of family. Nothing compares to these. Not the price of eggs, or the hollow promises of fools blind to its approach in next fall.

Well, you see.... its like this. Our major political donations come from multinational conglomerates who profit from both war and peace (which is better known as continually preparing for war). So, you see the issue. Right? Right?? Oh my, they seem to have gone Left....

Writing Russian war crimes is kinda redundant. Just use the word Russian. Everyone knows its just another way of saying war crimes.

Do not see a bleak and barren canvas, but one waiting for the brush of sun in shone to come, and rub of blue in sky above.... 'tis but a moment of pause between reality's truth and what we'll find in next day's dreams.

And Hesgeth will get the FIFA Humanatarian Prize, next!

Oh, by the way.... size eleven. Just sayin....

My skin just crawled away from my entire body.... how smarmy and swampy can things get?

So.... not winning???? But the orange man said we were! Maybe if we all buy more things from his site we can turn lies into truth.... social.

I was just looking over your shoulder, feeling your thoughts, responding reader to reader from one creative to another.... but not in a creepy way!

My wife was going to clean my mug, which only holds dark roast coffee, unadulterated by such things as cream of sweetener. My shriek of outright shock hearing her tell me that caused her to shake her head and sigh. Again. A common occurrence when around me....

One for drinking out of. The others for holding my dreams and aspirations....

The story ends, though the things you've learned will resonate for the rest of your life. And the next time through, should you choose to reconnect, will reveal more than you remember having read before. You will.have changed, though the words remain the same. As it is with old friends newly met.

Now why would a member of the clergy sit beside a sparrow? One seen sitting on a roof, I can understand. But why would a sparrow want to join them? So many questions....