Monday, April 28, 2014

Seattle

10:30 PM Posted by Linda Henson , ,
In Seattle, there is almost a Starbucks on every corner and in every lobby of every building.  You could easily become lost in Seattle. All someone has to say is, turn left at Starbucks and you're gone forever.

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

brain drain

2:41 PM Posted by Linda Henson , ,
I'm afraid it's happened. I'm suffering from brain drain, writer's block, spring fever. I only have half-thoughts in my head. They're like butterflies that fly close and than flutter away, completely out of reach. No worries. I'm buying a net.

Friday, April 11, 2014

Drummers

6:39 PM Posted by Linda Henson
Yes, I march to a different drummer, and I like it.

I remember

6:37 PM Posted by Linda Henson , , , ,
Do you know who has real talent? The people who would paint logos and words on signs or windows. They had to get it perfect. They could not paint outside of lines. It had to look as if it was stamped on. They may not have been Pollock. Their work may not have hung in the Louvre, but they were artists.

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Dreams

10:19 PM Posted by Linda Henson , , ,
Dreams are such fragile things.  The merest breeze can shatter them.
Fortunately the pieces can be gathered and put back into place, almost
good as new. 

Saturday, March 15, 2014

I Hear It

10:50 PM Posted by Linda Henson , , , , , , , ,
Every once in a while, my two year old nephew would put his hand to his ear and say,"I hear it."

There was one day I didn't know what he was talking about.  He looked up into the sky, amazed.  I realized he had heard a plane I didn't hear or rather, I heard it, but didn't pay attention to it because they are so common place.

And the birds. I realized he heard the birds outside my apartment. The ones I stopped listening to years ago but, for a two year old, everything is new and awesome.

I need to take a moment to rediscover our world, so I can say, "I hear it."

Grandmother's Face

10:02 PM Posted by Linda Henson , , ,
I see my Grandmother's face, sometimes, when I looked at Mom.  Mom has some
of her ways.  It's almost as if they were twins.  Then, sometimes, when Mom is
amused, I see my Grandfather peek out.

I have to wonder, in twenty years, who will people see in me?