by Louie Ferrera | Oct 29, 2022 | Meditations, Music
While listening recently to the Crosby, Stills and Nash version of David Crosby’s “Guinnevere” I had a bit of a vision. Here’s what I saw. She is all green cat eyes, her liquid gold hair doing the wind dance, waving wild and free like ribbons in the salty sea breeze,...
by Louie Ferrera | Oct 24, 2022 | Meditations
Blue is many things, it’s a color, a feeling, a state of mind. There is much under the umbrella that we call blue. It is said that eyes are the window to the soul and for me, no eyes provide a clearer view than blue eyes. I’ve often become mesmerized when I look into...
by Louie Ferrera | Sep 6, 2022 | Meditations
Where do you go when you die? At one time or another every human has asked this question. The fear of death is the fear of the unknown, what happens to you after you die is the deepest and most perplexing unknown of them all. Philosophers, shaman, mystics, artists,...
by Louie Ferrera | Jul 16, 2022 | Meditations, Nature
This stretch along the Russian River, just over the hill from Riverfront Park, at times seems like a river otter highway. It’s a rare occasion when I don’t see an otter or two while I’m here. When I least expect it there they are, but always from a distance. My...
by Louie Ferrera | Feb 5, 2022 | Meditations, Nature
The beach is a place where a man can feel he’s the only soul in the world that’s real. Pete Townsend Driftwood…bleached bones. Tibia, fibia, a random scattering offered up by the sea, come to rest here. Finger bones, toe bones, skeletal remains of once living things....
by Louie Ferrera | Dec 9, 2021 | Meditations, Nature
The trees are nearly naked, their skeletal branches are stark against a white and overcast sky, a sky without definition. The thirty foot oak tree that stands outside our house has picked up the pace at shedding its small, light brown leaves. Like puzzle pieces they...
I lived in Sebastopol for 20 years. We had palm trees in our backyard, but an Oriole couple decided to…
When I first moved back to Eugene from Ireland, I lived in a rental in one of the oldest neighborhoods,…
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