http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sinome3195/Bits and pieces of life that happen around us and we might misshourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sinome3195/645795"PERCEPTION.....Something To Think About.... Washington, DC Metro Station on a cold January morning in 2007. A man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time approx. 2 thousand people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. After 3 minutes a...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sinome3195/643439A rock sat by a river under the shadow of a magnificent tree. Its rough, dull surface contrasted with the luscious foliage, green and brilliant, of the forest that surrounded it. Humble and unique in its dark silence, it rose from the grass that covered the floor, its ugliness highlighted by the...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sinome3195/641526The beginning of another year is always a time to reflect... and reflect I do... I go over things I did or did not do the year that just ended and make myself crazy thinking of the infinite possibilities of the year starting up. And so, in the past, I have made all kinds of promises... to myself,...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sinome3195/614395Sometimes, here in Florida, without prior notice, everything starts getting darker and the air seems to get drenched with the intense smell of imminent rain. Most times the rain comes in from the west... and it has traveled a long way to get to me... through the everglades vastness...through...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sinome3195/610908My mother was a beautiful woman, both inside and out. Strong and sensitive, she possessed a mesmerizing combination of natural wisdom and innate innocence that captivated all who knew her. She had suffered, but in her eyes, when she smiled, there were no shadows to mark hidden regrets or past...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sinome3195/610270Before I was a Mom, I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby. I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous. I never thought about immunizations. Before I was a Mom, I had never been puked on. Pooped on. Chewed on. Peed on. I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts....http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sinome3195/607449Her face must have seemed so peaceful as she laid in the Spring forest under the tree branches from which as a child full of laughter she used to swing. It was so beautiful there... the Royal Poinciana trees in full bloom lent their rabid red tones to the pleasant mix of greens of the high canopy...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sinome3195/604965I was walking by the ocean this afternoon and I noticed a lone seagull that kept circling above the waves... She was not looking for fish for her eyes seemed fixed on the sand strip...so much so that her head would turn as the projected circle of her flight made her loose sight of it. I stopped...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sinome3195/604308There is a time of the day when the light of the sun streams through a window in my home's family room. As if guided by an invisible hand, it hits only the chandelier that hangs in the center of the ceiling and spreads through the dozens of crystal prisms that from it hang, passing through each...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sinome3195/599951S he was a sweet old lady... She stood by the front door of her brownstone as I went by on my way to work most every day, tending to her window boxes, or sweeping the steps, sometimes she would just stand there with a wonderful look on her face... as if amazing movies were playing in her mind....