I like to see where things are going in unscripted conversations that entice people along on an explosive journey. These days, there’s an unlimited streaming of such dialogs to take part in but many meander aimlessly until a provocative and … Continue reading
“These are the days that must happen to you.” -Walt Whitman
“Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers – but like lemmings running headlong to the sea, we are oblivious.” – William Wordsworth. Wordsworth chronicles his spiritual life, his views on his craft and place in the world in his … Continue reading
Among all the wild,willing, able and accepting to feel bursting sentience.Each day, each moment in solace of a rolling wave elapsing,I enter into a realm so sweetly serene.Water expanding, weighed and seamless into the idyllic existence on some far-off shoreas … Continue reading
Perhaps we lived with the half-state for too long,unwitting to the practice of unearthing the potency within,unsuspecting of what we pass onand limited in our current dimension to our limitlessness.Yet well on our way to our inexorable path with mother … Continue reading
…feet they hardly touch the ground.” – Sting According to the principal songwriter and lead singer of The Police, the background of this tune was about the weightlessness one feels when they fall in love. I see how in his … Continue reading
Never has there been such a time,to let loose into an impression of elation.Albeit it may arrive only after a kind of necessary seasonal disappearance.It’s the ultimate journey of the hero,back into the realm of choice, a cyclical existence for … Continue reading
I feel so extraordinarySomething’s got a hold on meI get this feeling I’m in motionA sudden sense of liberty… – New Order Somehow, somehow, somehow, we get to that place where there is no choice but to make peace with … Continue reading
Listen to Mustn’ts, child, listen to the Don’ts.Listen to the Shouldn’ts, the Impossibles, the Won’ts.Listen to the Never Haves, then listen close to me.Anything can happen, child, Anything can be. -Shel Silverstein
It’s the start of the day, still a few more hours until noon meandering along a whole lot of red tide carnage with scratchy throats and sporadic coughing and somehow there aren’t many other patches of earth I’d rather be. … Continue reading
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