Sometimes events happen unannounced and unexpected. Sometimes with or without permission from the outside, I rekindle a forgotten dream of a new life regardless of the countless times I was begged otherwise. I begin to tell my myself another story, … Continue reading
It’s that time again, time to take stock of what has past and what’s to come. Time to release beliefs that no longer fulfill, weight that no longer can be held and relationships that no longer serve into the passing … Continue reading
at Christmas. No solicitations ever here, just my thoughts du jour take them or leave them…the choice is always yours. For all you resplendent wonderers who do happen to stop by my little ole space, a big thank you to … Continue reading
(In my sleep I dreamed this poem) Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too was a gift. – Mary Oliver from Thirst (Beacon Press, 2006)
When I see you, all I wanted to say vanishes. The time is so precious and words are extraneous…you come and the time slips away in a dream. It is only when you go that I realize completely your presence. … Continue reading
Your dreams. Leaves are drifting in the early autumn breezes here in these flecked hills of the hands that built America. It’s a long way we’ve come, rather been led. Time to start living out our dreams and not those … Continue reading
We’re not concerned with that second prediction on its way, nor the others to come. We play our hand day to day which mostly involves balls. While my oldest prefers a prolate spheroid shape to amuse himself with, the younger … Continue reading
I remember those carefree moments of summer where I would stroll down to my neighbor’s home who had everything we didn’t. Cable, drawers overflowing with sugary snacks and unlimited bootlegged movies. MTV was usually on when we weren’t watching another … Continue reading
This blazing star seems to be sparking up the inferno of this past summer with an equivalently infernal fall comprising of kicks and tricks with her fuchsia ball. Still working to finite her skills as occasionally the ball flies off … Continue reading
Spirit lives in your heart. What choices have you made, what choices are you living to be able to connect? When you make choices that disconnect how do you return to spirit? Children are so close to that connection. They … Continue reading
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