Mar 8, 2021

the tenacity of a hungry squirrel

I have owned several names and loved several rivers. The ocean when its cold and the waves ​are ​breaking across a rocky shore, I love that also. ​And I love ​the excitement of a running child, the tenacity of a hungry squirrel, and the lusty beauty of a low and full moon; I love them all. I do. My list of things to love is a long one, and as the years pass I still add to it. Friend, this is not a bad life.


A summer afternoon. Late, almost evening. Still. Quiet. The dove of my heart breaks into song, and I open my chest to release her. This lovely dove only flies as far as the pines across the street, where she chooses a branch to land upon, sits, and then continues to sing. Look at me; my heart is a singing dove on a summer day.


by Ionut Caras

That I might live this day in mindfulness and kindness. Aware and awake. Awake and aware.


Survival of the world depends on our sharing what we have, and working together. If we do not the whole world will die. 

-Frank Fools Crow

I think we are in the midst of this period where we are committing this suicide on the planet and everybody is just using up all of our natural resources like a bunch of insane people. That's what I worry about more than I worry about jazz.

-Sonny Rollins

by Ionut Caras

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Best Wishes, y'all.


1 comment:

  1. Beautiful, James! I hope to be able to write as well and movingly some day....Charles