Author Archives: Bob OHearn

I hardly ever see bumble bees anymore. There are quite a few insects whose names I never learned, who seem now to have vanished. We’re told that life on earth without insects wouldn’t last very long, they have their role … Continue reading →

Seeing you walk into the room makes my whole body smile life with you is precious I am no longer naive I know behind you in the darkness there are creatures with horrendous mouths who are trying to consume you … Continue reading →

To live together happily ever after, relinquish all borrowed idealism, the yearning for perfection. Discover instead the perfect within the imperfect: just the look on her face as she tends the plants, or the way he stands gazing into the … Continue reading →

In elementary school, I always sat near windows. They provided a refuge from the earnest efforts of the teacher-nuns to murder my young mind.   Six decades later, and here I sit by a window, gazing out at the forest … Continue reading →

It might be some time after midnight, when even the vanishing light of dusk has become mere wistful memory. Then we rise in silence from our earth bodies, slip through a door between the two worlds, and meander on over … Continue reading →

Maybe this is the time when we begin to notice there is a large hole in the center of our chest. We are no longer naive, we know how it got there, now we realize even our slightest thoughts have … Continue reading →

It may seem at first as if they’ve fallen into a kind of lingering despair, yet if we were to just sit quietly with them for awhile, perhaps for an Autumn afternoon, and watch as the tiny dust motes float … Continue reading →

1.   I awaken and sit on the side of my bed, briefly considering my options for the day.   After a moment, the mind goes quiet. It is nice, just sitting here, quietly.   The day turns into night, … Continue reading →

I watched you sleeping in your chair. In time, I realized how I love this chair. It’s like a soft gentle cloud hovering over the earthy landscape of our beige and black rug, an airborne prairie schooner sailing smoothly across … Continue reading →

Isn’t it remarkable how many people claim they don’t exist these days? It must be a trend! Perhaps I’m just moving in too many of the same non-existent crowds, I really ought to expand my circle of social media acquaintances … Continue reading →