Withering Weather

Withering Weather

Withering WeatherI’d rather battle the wind, rain,And gusts of blown leaves and branchesThan the storms of angst against Than the storms of angst against The world we know.Why is the mind wiseAnd stubborn, letting the Heart skip rhythms?The wind comes from the...
My Dog

My Dog

My DogMy dog named, Nada,Meant everything to me.Nada is Spanish for “nothing”.And within the hole of zero The door opens to infinity.Seeing through to the Vastness of love.A glimpse everlasting.I’d love to hear your comments. I’m at...
Normal

Normal

NormalDoesn’t existPoured into a mixOf all people we knowIt becomes an equationOf all the differencesDeviations, brillianceAveraged togetherThe sum of which doesn’t exist.I’d like to hear your thoughts. You can find me at http://www.abberolnick.com
Twisted Like a Pretzel

Twisted Like a Pretzel

Twisted like a PretzelI meditate with pretzeled armsHands folded against my browLegs crisscrossed, squared in a yogi box.With each breath,I travel down and upRetrieving perspective.Seeking Sanity. Within me, a river flowsThrough convoluted bends.Pours into the ocean...
Travel In Place

Travel In Place

Travel In Place Abbe’s Ruminations August 2025 I believe that travel is an emotional journey.  I don’t have to go far to experience the awe of discovery. This week I traveled with my sister and brother-in-law to the Filson Manufacturing Plant, in the basement of the...

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