The Mazy Dazy Thing

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A secret garden...

Sometimes it feels as though I have found a secret place that has been, if not untouched, unspoilt by humans. The sounds are all of nature: bees humming, birds coohooing, trees whispering and a breaking limb as a lithe creature steps gingerly through the undergrowth...

Death and Politics in the real world

At a time when there are riots and social unrest all over the world, including London (and if you don't think it has anything to do with the economic situation, read this) I think it's time to try something new-  Real Change.

The past...

August 1st, (Colorado Day!) Mo and I went on a quest to find the town where his mother was born. As luck would have it, we stumbled upon the tiny town in southern Colorado called Trinchera.  Once there he brilliantly headed to the post office whose post mistress then directed him to her sister who had ties to the local historical society. Fortune hung on a bit longer and she pointed him toward a small rock home that lay some distance from the town that fit the description that had been given him by his mother years earlier...