Here, you’ll find the stuff that Stan Stewart has created: poetry, music, inspirations, staying connected with the present moment, photography, and more.
Life ranges broadly from absolute wonder To instant tragedy. The extremes don’t always Go hand-in-hand. Though they do bounce off of each Other like hail bouncing on warm pavement, Or tides coming right up to the grassy wall At the edge of the beach one moment and Far out into the sands the next. ~ […]
I once changed my name. It was momentous and mundane At the same time. Now, I apparently need another New identity. Someone I have never even met is saying I must change or suffer the consequences. What once was so important Becomes suddenly superfluous; And not by a direct choice, But one that I am
Summer brings a kind of warmth That is not alway kind. It overheats the bodies of the child and the aged. It invites unclothed bodies to worship the Sun, Unprotected; to be regretted later on. I watch our dog seeking the cool, refreshing Drink of water and the pressing of his body Against the tiles
Bow caresses strings just so. Responsive, they begin instantly to sing. At first, it is the ears that listen. Soon, only the heart needs to hear. ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011, 2017 by muz4now, Inc. All Rights Reserved.
Boomerangs. Hugs. Pretty much guaranteed to get them back. Hmmm. Time to do some giving. ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011 by muz4now, Inc. All Rights Reserved. 156/1,000
I love the way mist hovers in the rims of the hills Long after it has seemingly disappeared From its origins in the deep valleys. It dangles freely there, no agenda to fulfill. Just waiting for Sun to hit it and change its being Into something completely new. ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011,
I wish there was one thing that I Could say to change everything that’s Not beautiful in your world. I know there is no such word. At the same time, I’m tired of Just “doing my best”. So my gift — This time — is to notice the things I Can change to beautify your
Twelve times today I felt like it was the eleventh hour. I could barely take a tenth Of all the stuff that was coming my way. My nine lives had to make it through The eight hours of what feels like Seven days a week — though I know It’s usually only six. I only
There’s nothing magical about water. It’s around and inside us all the time. Haven’t I heard that humans are two-thirds Liquid? Commonplace: this water inside that calls So many of us to be at or in the water on the Outside. And then turns our heads again when We hear it rush, Or when it
Somewhere in between traditional and avant garde, There is the sort of gift that anyone might like to receive. You can’t find it by magic, nor by calculation. There was a time, when no thought was required for Gift-giving. There were only a few choices and for certain Occasions, there were none. Now, it seems
