The Sojourner

The Sojourner

We’re all going back home while most try to delay the journey, and sure enough a few try to control the journey, I’m here to enjoy the ride.

Out of Tune

Out of Tune

How ever did we get to this point, so far away from our mother, convinced that walls that contain us are our sanctuary? Don’t get me wrong I’m ever so grateful for Red https://thefolia.com/2017/04/09/red/, she’s there always for us and … Continue reading

Winter Whiskers

Winter Whiskers

Twigs, stalks, stubbles and all kinds of leavings are what I greet along the edges of the frozen terrain I tread. It’s simply that time of year and as all souls know, it’s this occasion of reprieve that allows us … Continue reading

God Bless the Child

God Bless the Child

“…Them that’s got shall getThem that’s not shall loseSo the Bible said and it still is newsMama may have, Papa may haveBut God bless the child that’s got his ownThat’s got his own…He just don’t worry ‘bout nothin’‘Cause he’s got … Continue reading

There Has to Be an Invisible Sun

There’s a struggle we can’t always gaugein the dark within or without.Because in this world,we can’t always bea light for others to see. They’re going to change this place,or will we? Stuck in a groove, a pattern premeditated for all.To … Continue reading

The More We See,

The More We See,

the less we knowand yet here we are,another time, another place.Unchanged, upsetting rhetoricbellowing and barking from those in judgment seats.We’re in those days.Time to discern,time to invertand reinsert sagacityas the devilish wiles ram mainstreamand those scripturally awareattuned to the whispers … Continue reading

Sunset Sledding

Sunset Sledding

Thankfully we don’t have to trek too far for some downhill careening amongst friends. We have already ventured to about a half dozen slick hillsides thus far, this one is our sweet spot. For one we get more belly laughs … Continue reading

Make the Ordinary

Extra-Ordinary!

In This Game

In This Game

Won’t You Light My Way

Won’t You Light My Way

And the day it is dark, as the night is long.Feel like trash, you make me feel clean.I’m in the black, can’t see or be seen.Baby, baby, baby, light my way. – Paul David Hewson