Just Checking-in

Not much activity.

Not too many Pennies in the Desert

But enough.

Long way to go

This is only one of many generations we will effect. Live here and now and spread the best.

Waiting while looking for a connection ...

After a few weeks, it is difficult to find direction without input. The news is moderately important, but will be found out in time.

Exchanges are of value, but especially when they are fully synchronized.

Execution is over-rated. It should be natural.

Not the Last

The last penny that I found was over a remote desert wash. I still have not scraped off the encrusting. But there are others to consider.

Come out, come out wherever you are.

Tag

Blue Penny Celebrity Week is coming!

Lost and Found (Amazing Grace)

I know every penny lost might not be found.
That's why I'm leaving plenty around.
And as each blue one --- kisses the ground
It's possible someone will hear that sound.

After a lapse

I find pennies - that's what I do;
Sometimes nickles, maybe a quarter or two.
I pick them up, think of what they mean - then paint them blue
And spread them carefully - they're meant for you.

About Lucy (whom I saw again)

Saint Lucy in the Church of Valcadara
by Ghiralamo di Giovanni
(Translated from the Italian by Timothy F. Tarker - 1976)

Saint Lucy won't last too much longer, I know.
She's delicate, falling apart.

With lines on her forehead and dismantled face,
She bewailing must heave shallow sighs.
It's amazing to me she remains with such grace,
Dissolving before vacant eyes.

I wish I could go with my crayon in hand
And doctor her up just a bit.
The color she takes is incredibly bland,
Though she tastefully manages it.

Her halo gives ground with degenerate speed,
As her smile firmly fixes to stay.
Time is to blame for this dastardly deed;
And art to be praised in its day.