Art is the demonstration that the ordinary is extraordinary.~Amedee Ozenfant~Sun on browning sycamore leaves—leavesmein awe—in autumn.How can such tones,Colors of sunrises and sunsets,be held so surelyin thin driedpaper shapes?Round yellow seed ballspop out on stage to join the showto dance—the dance.

Enjoy the music of the world—crickets, wind, children and all the sounds that make life here on earth so rich.~Candy Paull~Wind sings a song of its own;There is the percussion shimmer of dry leaves,The whoosh of pine like the swoosh of cymbals,I hear the clarinet hum—wind wuthering around the wallsThe flutey note when a gust... Continue Reading →

Happiness is a thing to be practiced, like the violin.John Lubbock Gathered along gray stems like familyClustered together waiting for Thanksgiving dinner,Like groups of homeless in hodgepodge wraps standing In the prickly cold cheerfully awaiting a festive meal,Like swarms of school children crowding excitedly in lunch line,Like knots of friends chatting and laughingAssembled in a church... Continue Reading →