The Junk Drawer

The simple fool with a loving mind and a free heart, smiles because it is enough.

A child once told me that Old King Cole lived in this drawer.

Here you will find only the special things that reveal their secrets at just the right moment, when you suddenly find you need them.

The contents are random and offer the surprise of pure whimsy - there is a logic, but it makes no sense. It's like a great playhouse with rambling rooms and maybe even a closet through to dreamland.

I wish you could touch the "stuff" of these pages and smell and feel the weight (maybe even eat some while it's still fresh). If only I could be there to share it with you properly...

Can you hear me when I say, " ... was a merry old soul, and a merry old soul was he ...?" But alas, we will have to leave that to the future. For now, perhaps we may be satisfied by discovering one another through the imagination.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
He called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his fiddlers three