Playing Yourself

Playing Yourself

Standing by and waiting for someone to change results in playing a great role in your own suffering. I’ve finally become an active participant in creating the change I crave in my life. It’s no small feat…accepting accountability and deciding … Continue reading

Playing With Fire

Playing With Fire

Don’t play with her fire. She’ll take your ashes and make poetry out of them until your soul burns with regret. – Joseph Colombrita

S Stands For Star

S Stands For Star

…which you are without a doubt. I’ve mentioned before we find beauty in our daily adventures. And even with oversaturated night pollution, this resplendent one born from my wish and embodied by the stars, stopped here in mid play to … Continue reading

Twinkle, Twinkle Baby O

Twinkle, Twinkle Baby O

Not so much a baby anymore but a princess warrior at heart and on these sacred grounds. Just look at that moon face of hers aglow…enamored by the fullest of moon light captured on her device and in the space … Continue reading

Jumpin’ Jack Flash

Jumpin’ Jack Flash

Touché

“Blessed is the man that has a virtuous woman, for the number of his days shall be double.” – Ecclesiastics 26:1 I have been getting through the days by imagining the charade as a play that ends every night and … Continue reading

Playin’

Playin’

From the start and some ways into it, hazinesslaborious and lingering, veil of shameinstant yet never wholly gratifying, uninhibited encounterswhat’s meant to be seen, everything resolutely walled in the darkerrantly tiresome, a fabled fiendauthentic power in substance, burrowed too far … Continue reading

Lay Waste

Lay Waste

“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

Deep Into Summer Thoughts

Deep Into Summer Thoughts

It’s going to take beaucoup amounts of daydreaming, for we are not the ensuing thought. We are the field of awareness watching the thought arise and recede—a pendulum swinging raucously to the tune of anger or sweetly to a lullaby-like … Continue reading

Long-Live Barnyard Girls

Long-Live Barnyard Girls

Void of all fear.As sweet as honey.Just as the real thing from the bees.Preserving their essence, nothing entailing them at play.For the spirit formerly conquered and bequeathed upon them a brimming of fortitude.They already are, no need to urge sensibility.We … Continue reading