mountainbreakfast

A Meditative Piece: Calm The Mind

Theme 339 – 2025

Theme 282 and 337.

See if these fit into your day.

Theme 337 – 2025

Theme 282 – 2023

Theme 333, revised

I had to rewrite this a few times, still not sure it’s done, but it’s better. Enjoy!

Theme 333 – 2025

Cricket Song and Curl Up and Die

Two songs from a few years back, 2012 I think. I still like ’em.

Cricket Song

Curl Up and Die

Hymn For the Christians in the White House

Jesus Was Wrong?

More Music

Another new piece that I classify under “Nice Melodies,” and two other piano pieces to set your mind at peace.

Theme 332 – 2025

Theme 281 – 2023

Theme 201 – 2021

After yesterday’s huge Hands-Off rallies at cities and towns all over the country (and world), it seems like hope might be possible again. This song reflects my sentiments of a day before yesterday. Hope it doesn’t come true.

I Never Thought I’d See the Day America Would Fall

Quirky Piece

See if this is too oddball. It didn’t finish the way it started, but… well… See what you think.

Theme 331 – 2025

Well, many years ago, before computers and the internet, I wrote a short story about a man who carried an enormous length of garden hose up a mountain with the goal of starting a siphon to run water from a lake to his cabin below. His only friend, a water attorney (?!?!), warned him that stealing water could get him in a lot of trouble. But, undeterred by this cautionary advice, he proceeded to climb to the lake and start the siphon. Meanwhile, his friend cooked breakfast in the cabin below. By the time the hose was hooked up, his friend had set fire to the kitchen and lost control of his wits. Just when it looked like the cabin would be burned to ashes, the hose began blasting water, and he was able to save the house. This was the first of several short-short stories in a series that I called Mountain Breakfast, in which each tale involved cooking or eating breakfast in the wild. It was all about humans, all about nature, and all about human nature. I’m still at it, still hiking and thinking and writing tales, although they’re longer now, and not about eating breakfast.