Stain-glass Eyes

This is a link to see what 826 Michigan is all about, in short form. (you have to really visit to get a sense of how AWESOME it is) This news broadcast was on Detroit News, just this month. (July) http://www.clickondetroit.com/ community/education/robot- shop-in-ann-arbor-teaches- children-vital-skill/-/ 2318820/21146920/-/avmxpuz/-/ index.html Poster Sold in Non-Profit Robot Store on Liberty Displaying Published Work With Joy Many People Enter as Curious..... Last Window Display at 826 Michigan Another of Many Posters Sold for Non-Profit 826 Michigan

I realize I don’t need my feelings validated by others for them to have value. My feelings are uniquely mine.  I am the accountant.  The one responsible.  I've lived half a century without realizing, I am the bookkeeper.  I’m in charge of this vital account. Many of my feelings, in this enormous account, I didn’t even know were there.  There was no record of them.  Some have been increasing in value in my lifetime and many have been spent or have decreased in value. Taking on the job of accountant after years of repression, neglect, misuse and ignorance, about how this account should be handled, is not an easy job to tackle.  I have to say, it would be easier, in theory, to just let the vines and weeds continue to grow over it, put my pencil and erasure down and close the book.  But…..it’s just a theory.  In reality, if I don’t continue to work on managing this account, I’ll be in trouble in the future.  I have a...

You step off a plane and fall. Death wants its piece of you. But, death doesn't know a stranger will appear, do CPR, bring you back. To keep you from "Death's Door". Family stand by you. To be by your side, Voices with their soothing, their loving. Life through them, touching you. Death comes in its mask by digging a hole for us. Love doesn't disguise itself.                                                 It shines with clarity and healing.                    Your breath embraces life. To crawl out of the hole of death. Knowing family is there to reach out for you, and pull you out. I wrote this poem because my thoughts have been with Elizabeth and the DeLuca family.  It's tough to sit by a loved one's bedside, not knowing what the outcome will be.  Knowing the only mom...

This overcast morning makes me happy.  I have all my blinds open and I can look up to the sky and watch the morning birds flit around the trees and vines outside my apartment windows.  My eyes seem to be in the "resting" mode.   Ann Arbor has just been through its week of Ann Arbor Art Fair.  I made sure I was here to see it for myself.  I've heard so much about it and wanted to see what was so " Amazing " about it.  I have to admit, I was amazed.  Especially the Original Section of the Show.  THere were 200 hand-picked artists showcased in the center of the U of M campus.  There were 3 other sections of art fairs, too, in the city of blocked-off streets.  An average of 500,000 people show for the fair. Colorful People, Too I like to use my creativity.  I crave it and feel an emptiness inside me, if I shut it down and don't use it, for very long.  I visited the Ann Arbor show four times during the week.  It...

Downtown Petoskey I made a trip to Pellston this morning for the early flight departure from Pellston.  My sister, Jeannie, was leaving for Tennesse after vacationing in Michigan awhile.  We arrived at the small town airport at 5:30 a.m. By the time I got to Petoskey, (after dropping Jeannie off for her flight) the only thing I could find open, for a nice cup of coffee, was the Big Boy.  Now, I sit in my favorite coffee shop, in Petoskey, after taking a walk and getting some exercise and pictures. Coffee Stop in Petoskey Add caption It is cool, stormy and VERY Northern Michigan.  The wind was even giving me a few goose-bumps as I drove across the Mackinac Bridge.  The wind made theTrailblazer feel like a little kite when it caught the sides of the vehicle.  The same stormy wind that was pushing the whitecaps against the St. Ignace shore.    While I was walking, I thought of all ...

I haven't posted in awhile.  I traveled north, to the upper peninsula of Michigan, to be with my family.  I'm sitting on a gray, picnic table, facing water, sand, trees, a fire pit, a pile of firewood, and a misty, hazy sky. There is a soft breeze making just enough wake to create a sweet lapping sound against the shore.  The mosquitoes haven't found me yet.  Or they're waiting for more bodies to make it worth their blood-sucking efforts to congregate.   I'm staying in a "bunk-house". Like it sounds, there are bunks in it.  There is a bathroom with a shower, but the rest is minimal.  There are rafters with a high ceiling and when I open the screen door it's usually covered with mayflies hanging out on the screen.  There are some large black ants on the crude floor, now and then.  I have them under control, now that I realize a few of their entry places, and have sprayed Clorax cleaner along the edges I've seen them coming through. (It's ...