intoxicating splendor

My place, my existence is with you. We are bound together and yet we are separated by seconds.

∙ tenderheartmusings ∙

where do I exist, dear Beloved?
one minute I am here
another, with you
what place do I call mine
this or that?

what is this space
separating yet binding us
where I stay
enchanted and scattered
like a million stars
reaching out to the Sun


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Picture of the Day: The Gorge at Watkins Glen

I have been here hiking and climbing back in the day.






Photograph by Peter Rivera


Watkins Glen State Park is located outside the village of Watkins Glen, New York, south of Seneca Lake in Schuyler County in the Finger Lakes region.

The centerpiece of the park is a 400-foot-deep (120 m) narrow gorge cut through rock by a stream – Glen Creek – that was left hanging when glaciers of the Ice age deepened the Seneca valley, increasing the tributary stream gradient to create rapids and waterfalls wherever there were layers of hard rock. [Source]

The park features three trails – open mid-May to early November – by which one can climb or descend the gorge. The Southern Rim and Indian Trails run along the wooded rim of the gorge, while the Gorge Trail is closest to the stream and runs over, under and along the park’s 19 waterfalls by way…

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Sunday is For Music


I chose Trombone Shorty because he plays jazz and I could find him performing as a child and then later on as a man. He is from my favorite city, New Orleans. I think he is really good. Ok, perhaps not Louis Amrstrong but perhaps with some more years he will be just as fantastic. I hope you enjoy my offering today. Put a little spark in your day.