Caol Áit

Pondering the letting go.

Pondering the passing of a giant from a world that needs giants.

A politically incorrect pondering of gender difference in beautifying and maintaining.  

Basking in the absence of the overwhelming din.

Pondering the blessings that we don't even need.

A light-hearted rant about being colorblind.

Pondering being about things that matter.

In which Papa Rod ponders the corridors that provide passage, and wonders why it is always raining in Charlotte, North Carolina.

Pondering the evolution of relationships, of need and desire.  

The dormer window provides a look into the past, and a dream of what the future might hold for those who follow us.