Books honor the human condition. They keep our traditions alive, awaken our imagination and put our little ones to sleep.
It’s has been several months (five to be exact) since I sat before a computer screen to post. The reason for my absence is unimportant. What matters is I’m back and it time to start writing again. So, as I stare at this page, I ask myself – what can I contribute to the worldContinue reading “Getting back on the horse”
“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all”…Oscar Wilde Gibbs shared his story – visiting all lower 49 states – as part of a personal pilgrimage. New Mexico was the last stop on his journey. That evening he had made his way into my place of work toContinue reading “A man named “Gibbs””
Can I be my own mentor? Can I reflect back to myself all of the honest assessments of what I say and do in the world? Can I catch myself when I fall? Can I listen, without prejudice, to myself in those moments that are most painful and dark? Can I create a new pathwayContinue reading “To be my own mentor”
I awoke with my heartbeat in my throat. I wasn’t sure, but my instincts told me something was alive, in me and outside. From my blurry sleep I caught the dark, massive shadow arch across the bedroom wall opposite to the window. I didn’t move. I lay motionless as if frozen to the bed. OnlyContinue reading “Massive: Things that go “bump” in the night.”
fluc·tu·a·tion ˌfləkCHəˈwāSH(ə)n/ noun plural noun: fluctuations an irregular rising and falling in number or amount; a variation. “fluctuations in the yearly values could be caused by a variety of factors”* Damning thoughts rocket through red thorax coughing up blue smoke from engines fired by salt splintered bones thrown through glass eyes deeply gouged bloodyContinue reading “Fluctuations”