Sunday, August 20, 2006

River's edge
Invitation to explore
Vibrations to what's ahead
Expressions of the unknown whispering
Rivulets of promise
Sojourns of joy

Edging out
Departing the known
Gleaning bits of adventure
Embarking on a journey of promise


Ginnie said...

It's the Promise that always makes moving on possible! So glad you can see both sides of the same coin, from yesterday and today :)

Minka said...

"Rivulets of promise
Sojourns of joy"

just beautiful!

Abandoned in Pasadena said...

How poetic these last two posts have been. Lovely words Tim.

Cergie said...

Beautiful river edge where walk and from where throw stones to skim pebbles.

Cergie said...

Coucou, Tim, no rapport with your post.
Next time you'll go and visit your Mom, is it possible you ask her wonderful and yummy recipe to do ketchup !
Americans created ketchup...
And there are lots of tomatoes at the self-gathering farm for the moment !
You may take a photo too or ask to me I'll give you one and you'll give the recipe to all your friends readers in a next post.
Or it' secret, you may write it down in a old post on one of my blogs (jardin-de-marguerite is more quiet).
I promise you, I'll keep it for me and tell to nobody.
Thanks, dear Tim...

Tim Rice said...

Hi, ginnie. Thanks for coming by. And, yes, there is just about always two sides to the same coin.

Thanks, minka. Glad you enjoyed it.

Thanks, abandoned in pasdena. Every once in a while I get in a poetic mood. Sometimes that's a way to express multiple emotions - sometimes reflecting the present, sometime reflecting the past, sometimes both.

Hi, cergie. It probably would be a great place to skim pebbles. And regarding my mom's recipe for ketchup, she might not have it anymore though I will ask. She made it when we were children but at some point decided that it was more work and more mess than she wanted to deal with. But no commercial ketchup ever tasted as good as hers.

San Nakji said...

Which river is this Tim and where does it go?

Tim Rice said...

Hi, san nakji. It's the Delaware River that forms the boundary between Pennsylvania and New Jersey and then Delaware and New Jersey. It feeds into the Delaware Bay shortly after Wilmington, Delaware which feeds into the Atlantic Ocean.

Cergie said...

My mother did once such a delicious shrimp powder and she never did that after.
It was a dry powder to put on rice or noddle !
Easy to keep in a food safe.
Never mind for your mom's recipe.
Just it's a pitty !

Gorgeous !
Here all the letters from my father's family name ! Miss just E and R !
I had almost ( just plus a letter) the same name than the German chancellor.

Tim Rice said...

Thanks, cergie, for sharing some of your memories of your mom.