Wandering into an evening and arising to a page in a Journal ~ Close your eyes and listen. I echo through the land in the chatter of cicada. In the shrill trill of each bird I am ever speaking. But Continue reading Close your eyes …
Two forces. Two energies. Two choices. In any given moment, a decision will be based on one or the other. Will I choose fear or Love? But do I even recognize the difference? I suppose a dictionary would be Continue reading Choose fear or Love.
A moment of pause. This past weekend, I came upon a few sites that provided a measure of inspiration and I thought it would be worthwhile to bring some to you this week. My intent is not to declare what Continue reading A step beyond science.
Regret. It is not something I readily accept. Have I missed the mark at times in my life? Most certainly … but to list one or another as “regret” is something I have, for the most part, rejected. In my Continue reading Regret.
… these streams of thought flow together, coming to my attention after writing last about how subtle it is … The following were written on Sunday, July 16th of 2006. Many pages of the Moleskin were filled that day; many Continue reading From a journal …
Subtle it moves, snaring any thread allowed, gathering each to cords that bind. Subtle it moves within a thought unguarded, shifting with the ebb and flow of a moment. Subtle it is, knowing full well access is gained quietly … Continue reading Subtle it is.
No matter the words written here, there are shadows undisturbed within this man. In other words, I’ve got my “stuff.” It’s no big secret. It’s evident in my writing, and even more so in my life. But as I keep rooting Continue reading Another humbling.