Counting down the years with some remorse Breaking through the walls to see some light Turning over stones better left untouched To make all the wrongs somehow right It’s hard to be this old and ‘ve not learned enough Harder yet to be wise and ‘ve learned too much Is there really anything toContinue reading “Unturned Stones”
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Too Fast
Stephie left for KU Monday. In a U-haul. I am still standing in the driveway watching her drive off. Too fast, of course. She turns right and the truck leans left. I am sure everything we so carefully packed is now in a pile against the left wall. Slow down! I plead Waving both armsContinue reading “Too Fast”
Defining Defined Describe
Defining the stages of life is defying life. I am – – – defined by – – – Am I really defined by anything. Describe how it feels to be so sick of “now” that you leave “now” for another time. Some of us have to know to feel safe. Others feel unsafe the moreContinue reading “Defining Defined Describe”
Free Thinking 1
What new could be said about our freedom to think? I think therefore I am or, between stimulus and response is the freedom to choose. Perhaps a play on presencing to tap into our continuous state of now might get us somewhere closer to this notion of free thinking. Just imagine a world where weContinue reading “Free Thinking 1”
Broken and Whole
I am not a singer, yet I love to sing. I am a believer, filled with doubt. I am a loner. And, I love people. I am full of life. And yet oddly broken. I am driven, and tired. I am hungry, yet satisfied. I care too much, and not at all. I love gettingContinue reading “Broken and Whole”
Super Moon
Not looking up, I look left. Out the plane window, at the impressive orange globe rising Directly beside my heart. A statement of “More”. There is more. More beauty to see and more flavor to taste If I just allow the light to pour into my eyes and over my tongue. More love in thisContinue reading “Super Moon”
Cleansed
Early morning. The wind nudged the open window before swirling into our bedroom. Fresh pre-storm air washed over us. I looked over at Kelly, she was tucked into her cocoon and seemingly out cold. I watched. The calm cleansing air surrendered to the storm as the beating rain followed the wind into our room. IContinue reading “Cleansed”
The March of the Lilies in February
With the fireplace burning and the snow caked on the trees outside my window, I sit beside my vase of Starburst Lilies. Their huge blossoms are like mouths opening wide, screaming for spring. The petals that were brave enough to unfurl in this snow storm, do so commandingly and without repression. They are all-in andContinue reading “The March of the Lilies in February”
Love Physics
Feeling is the switch that connects the current. Reciprocation is the generator.
Spring Cleaning the House of Cards
Falling back. Into the house of cards. Sifting and shedding. Cleaning out the closets. How can such a small forgotten space hold so much slipshod? Throwing out used up beliefs. Time to burn the old tapes. The stench is nauseating. Open the fucking windows! Let the air in. Breathe the freshness. Winter is over. SitContinue reading “Spring Cleaning the House of Cards”
Free Thinking 