I pause with reverence on the balcony of my hotel room in the Holy City. Across from me stands the New Gate, and my eyes follow Jerusalem’s ancient walls as far as I can see. The golden Dome of the Rock faintly gleams as dawn peaks its way up and over the horizon and walls….
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Elk Crossing the Lake
Sunrise broke a couple of large marble pots leaning against the walls of heaven and sky. Did you know that the colors of dawn and dusk are stored in these magnificent stone jars? They stand waiting in the wings of aurora and twilight, ready to be broken open and slathered across the horizon. Freshly released,…
Connection
Sheltered between two Rocky Mountain canyon walls, my husband and I ascend the steep hair-pinned road. A deep sense of belonging settles as we view the beauty in silence. We have left the city behind in hopes of the serenity of clear blue mountain lakes, pristine heights and slopes of evergreens and aspen, and most…
Fall 2021
September morning breezes whisper the unrooting of summer’s green carpets and blossomed meadows in anticipation of the changeless mystery of autumn and the foretelling winter’s barren bone. While down below ancient earth produces again the necessary spools and spools of burnished color to unravel, with giddy delight, across the mountains, hills, and plains. The opened…
Ten Things that Rock My Life
I take pleasure in many things in life, not just ten. Sometimes I wish to divide myself into multiples so I can enjoy more opportunities to learn and grow. Here is just the cream off the top of things that rock my life. Music: I took piano lessons for a number of years as a…
I Stopped the Movie and Wept
We have had a couple of gray and bone-chilly days here by the sea. I don’t mind. The ocean is a different place when the weather is foul. It is still awesome and captivating, but somehow a rolling amount of immeasurable water with fathomless power is scarier and more on-the-edge of civilized life when the…
The Untangler
I wish I had a dollar for every necklace my husband has untangled for me over the last 27 years. Even though his hands are much larger than mine, somehow he has the skill and most of all the patience to untangle the knotted links of any tiny chain. Little by little he unravels, untwists,…
Zero Agenda
For the few remaining devoted readers of “culture vs content,” I apologize for being such a bad blogger over the last few months. To say my life has been busy would be an understatement. I am not complaining. It has been fun, at times frustrating and utterly exhausting, and never boring. The last two and…
A Few Favorite Things
Steeples. Archways. Sunsets or rises for that matter. Chocolate-covered strawberries. Art. This is by Scottish painter, Gina Wright. Girl dog–Tiki. Oh how I miss her. Someone is caring for her in the states. Billy Collins. Poet Laureate of the USA 2001-2003. Velocity By Billy Collins In the club car that morning I had my notebook…
Life in Black and White
Oreo, my cat, matches my decor. And this is our life in black and white–that it is the nitty-gritty of daily living…
Bonnie Saul Wilks 