“Turn”, she Said.

“Twist”, he said.

Revealing agreement and synchronicity, they walked into the forest along a well-worn path.

Ajax the magician smiled at them, quoted Crocus – a poet and philosopher (she was also a master in Quantum Physics by the way), “We are only as good as we can be, when we decide to be so”

Then…everything was all right and the lands of Dandelion Dainty were settled, prosperous and happily creative.

Didn’t say anything.

But that look was enough.

Tone of voice, expression on the face = the whole story.

Those times when the words are secondary.

Often true when viewing a sunrise or sunset.

We have beauty and order, because we wake up, take a deep breath and then decide we do.

No outside forces are anything but force.

Force is insistent, brutal, but never persuades in the long term.

Take the high road, have a chat.

Spill wine on a rug and you will have good luck for 253 years.

So the saying goes.

We just made that up.

There’s nothing like a good bedtime story.

Once upon a soothing time.

Two keyboards merge with the clouds.

The canvas, one of several lined up inside the studio, calls out for the touch of a brush.

My forehead needs cooling from the fevered excitement of watching a woodpecker select a hunting ground.

There are things with meanings and purposes, or at least hints, all around.