by Louie Ferrera | Nov 26, 2023 | Meditations
It’s coming on four years since I began publishing this blog, so I figured it was time for a facelift, a new coat of paint as it were. Musings of a Late Bloomer was always a bit wordy so I shortened the title to simply Musings. There’s a new tag line too....
by Louie Ferrera | Nov 23, 2023 | Meditations, Nature
It’s all about the light. Honey golden and lemon yellow, soft and dreamy it cuts through the reds, yellows and oranges of the autumn leaves, illuminating them like electricity. When the sun is out on a fall day such as this, the foliage glows as if lit from within....
by Louie Ferrera | Oct 28, 2023 | Friends & Family, Meditations
My mom, Marie Ann (Spadone) Ferrera passed away on October 15. Mom was a strong willed woman, mother and grandmother who would do anything for her family. She gave me so much and I loved her dearly. Thank you for teaching me how to ride a bicycle. You took me to the...
by Louie Ferrera | Sep 17, 2023 | Friends & Family, Meditations
How many ways are there to mark the passing of time? The slow sweep of the second hand as it makes its way around the face of a clock. The imperceptible, glacial movements of the minute and hour hands. The magical transformation of LED numbers as one bleeds into the...
by Louie Ferrera | May 19, 2023 | Meditations
Breathe in the Buddha, weathered and worn but still flashing that beatific smile, he knows something that we don’t know. His once gilded body is now covered in bare patches, bleached bone white by years in the sun. Nothing lasts forever so one day our Buddha will be...
by Louie Ferrera | May 5, 2023 | Meditations
Our hyperdrive, instant gratification, attention span of a flea culture has recently become more so: there is now a clock in a baseball game. Up until the start of the current season, there were no time limits in baseball, the only major sport without a clock. Since...
“It was alive and took over our bodies as we swirled around each other” Around, and sometimes through! Comin’,comin’,comin’, around….…
“we were amoebas colliding to create sounds previously unheard.” Nothing else needs to be said. Thanks for letting me jump…
My first thought is that the sign was placed there by the Sidhe back in the depths of time, and…
Well I’m late to this essay, we’ve been busy with a few home projects! “. . . pause and .…
Louie, you are one very sweet man!