
That muse just keeps niggling me. I did this art (colored pencils and ink) during the winter as a soulself portrait. Then Miss Muse spoke some playful words. When I remain open, she speaks. Love and Peace. Advertisements
That muse just keeps niggling me. I did this art (colored pencils and ink) during the winter as a soulself portrait. Then Miss Muse spoke some playful words. When I remain open, she speaks. Love and Peace. Advertisements
Blowhard I was young Lively curious Loving the outdoors Because it nurtured me I was young Fragile brittle Hating classes and books Because they humiliated me As more was expected My Self became squashed Tumbling ever deeper Into “idiot” label…
Portugal recently celebrated the feast day for Saint Roche, the patron saint of dogs, which is one theory why this time of summer is called the dog days. It’s certainly the slow time in Portugal. Everything shuts down in August. Our language school, swimming…
Last month, when my sister visited, we took a personal tour of the Arrábida natural park with Nuno Duarte. He is very professional and also has a big heart. This is his story of an encounter with an abandoned baby…