Here, you’ll find the stuff that Stan Stewart has created: poetry, music, inspirations, staying connected with the present moment, photography, and more.
This is Scout. He’s a dog that we adopted several years ago. These days, he is aging alongside us. Which is wonderful. He has some idiosyncrasies. So do Anita and I. And like most pets, Scout thinks he’s the master. Some days, he is. To me, in certain regards, he’s a sort of mentor monk or […]
Unwanted fatigue overtakes my worn out sinews. Brain wanted to continue, but heart and flesh Are giving out. Only for today, tendons are tired and Head is hanging. No more ’til tomorrow. ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011 by muz4now, Inc. All Rights Reserved. 174/1,000
Imagine for a moment that it’s blogging day and nothing is coming to the blogger. It’s not that nothing is going on. It’s just the “what to blog about” question. Now, imagine that the blogger is me. No imagination required, actually. It’s sort of like the white space on a whiteboard. It’s perfectly fine. In fact,
Though she probably didn’t realize it at the time, a new blogging and tweeting friend of mine nudged me to write this. I had another great idea for a blog, but my day-job cut into the moments I had set aside to research and write it, so the research never got done. When she first wrote
Invited by you, I open the doorway to my imagination And find there a vast, undiscovered country Filled with fun balloons, open-hearted tigers, Lovely, kind-hearted gazelles, Grown up children and Playful adults. Time to explore! ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011, 2017 by muz4now, Inc. All Rights Reserved.
Poster child Perpetually Perfect Pathetic Prenatal Past. Now Never Non-existent Non-practicing Nom de plume Necromancering. Laugh Luscious Liquid List of Lustrous iLluminations. Jump Just Jester Jeans. ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011 by muz4now, Inc. All Rights Reserved. 172/1,000
My feet drop from the bed onto the floor. Even the wooden planks are chilled in the darkness Of the morning. My longing heart calls out for light, So I close my eyes to remember that the darkness Starts from inside. Tender with barely awakeness, I hover for a moment at the top of stairs.
Since Thursday, nature has been boldly Requesting my attention. It was Thursday when lightning ripped a hole In the tall pine tree next to the house. The rip went from top to bottom. Bits were strewn everywhere across the yard And up on the roof. A board in the fence was broken. The garage door
Blank. Canvas. Paint. Begin. ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011 by muz4now, Inc. All Rights Reserved.
Outside my morning window, two birds are having a bit of a chat. It seems that they want to demonstrate that they each can sing A song of their own choosing. Amazing how such so-called “unintelligent” creatures understand So deeply for what they were created: to sing their own simple Song and not worry about
