Quote of the Month

I rejoice in life for its own sake. Life is no brief candle to me. It is a sort of splendid torch which I have got to hold up for the moment, and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to future generations.

-George Bernard Shaw

Poetry of the Month

Bird call

Surf crashing

Sunset on wheat hill

Distant silhouettes

Arbutus shadow

Cat’s meow

Beach cry

I gaze at all the beauty

My mind light

There is less here

Less of everything

When less is more

Crisp, clear calls

The song of birds

Enveloped by silence

A soft breeze

Washing my face

So much silence

Envelops everything

Like a thick blanket

Unlike anything else I’ve known