The Egg . . . part I
I have never given up on the egg, how could I? They are as indispensable to good cooking as salt and pepper! Without eggs in the kitchen, puddings and flans would flounder. The glorious sauces like mayonnaise and hollandaise would vanish. Cakes and tortes would be pale imitations of themselves and the soufflé would cease to exist.
You know, probably one of the most private things in the world is an egg, until it is broken. But just like the egg, we never know where the future is going to take us. We can only hope it's a place we want to be. But even after we are broken and all of our innermost secrets are exp
Our sense of touch is a very delicate thing.
We use our hands to touch, to feel and to embrace.
Touching a person can enlighten emotions well beyond
what a smile or the glance of an eye could possibly bring.
With a gentle touch we can bring a presence to a loved
one making them forget the existence to a troubled past.
Wiping away a tear from a loved one's eye,
while running a gentle hand through their hair,
along with a warm embrace, will quite often make that
tear not know where it even came from.
A gentle touch can remove even the sharpest pain of
fear or grief with a powerful healing force.
To sleep on a cloud
Well, I think it’s time again to go back to the basics. Once in a while I like to feature art in its original form. By basics, I mean art created from a pencil or brush and photography straight out of the camera, and least we never forget a little well written verse. You know we’re all very different in many different ways. I’ve always been a kind of old fashioned guy. Although I carefully try to reveal my colors as time goes by, I refuse to date myself with trendy costumes from my past. I love to keep up with new technology. Even though I was a Network Engineer and a Digital Imaging Specialist in Radiology, I rode a mountain
As a butterfly soared overhead, one caterpillar said to the other: "You'll never get me up in one of those things!"
Yet for every caterpillar the time comes when the urge to eat and grow subsides and he instinctively begins to form a chrysalis around himself. The chrysalis hardens and you'd think for all the world that the caterpillar is dead.
But one spring morning the life inside that chrysalis begins to writhe, the top cracks open and a beautifully formed butterfly emerges. For hours she will stand stretching and drying her wings, moving them slowly, up and down, and then, before you know it, the butterfly glides aloft, effortlessly ridi
I attempt to take a few minutes out of each morning to come on and send bday wishes .. and that's about all I have time to do .. but I dearly miss my friends and time here ..the only thing certain about life is that it continually changes.