Finding myself making my way through the darkness and being guided by the sound of a beating heart. There have been so many who have said that I can’t understand, and I have been caught up in either some sort of a dream or a game. As I feel the warm winds...
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Living Years
On their birthday a tribute to two loved ones I lostWondering if you would still know my name or who I was if I saw you in Heaven? I know I don’t belong there and I need to continue to honour that promise you had me make all those years ago, and be strong like you asked and to continue on in whatever I fin...
Chills have come racing down my spine as I sit here and with shaking hands I know that everything is about understanding, and feeling the chills raging like a storm in my mind spreading like a fever through my heart down to my legs. Time to let go of fear...
Open Letters - 2
More general open lettersBack by popular demand! Here are some more general open letters from my life, for you, my internet friends.Dear Hanukkah food- You are so delicious and so tasty. I'm not even 'properly' Jewish but I would convert just for the food. A Holiday where deep fr...
Cards are dealt as a form of meditation in which answers are sometimes sought through the sacred geometry and laws of chance. Still there are many met who speak of nothing and wear many faces and instill the fear of loss, and still the show must go on eve...
Csárdás
This is the first one written in 2017Finding myself out here feeling the wind, as I try to find some sort of shelter and thinking of the coming storm that’s being heralded by the wind. As I finally get myself into what appeared to be an empty station near some rusted and unused tracks, and w...
Standing here by the waterside, and I am not waiting for the end for I am carrying with me solitude and a searching eye along with a book I was given that is made up of nothing but lies. In the blackest night burn the brightest stars and these are the tim...
Standing here wondering if I will miss the final warning at the end for living this lie that I have lived? I know I am not worthy of a lot of things, and has me wondering if I am standing here alone and knowing that there is nothing left to lose as the da...
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The bus left the depot late in the evening. David was alone now and heading back. Not enough money to spend the night. Barely enough money for a ticket to Denver. He had had the potato pancakes at the Original Pancake House in Portland while eating his on...
Impressionism And Abstraction
Thoughts on the Christmas seasonAngels are the travelers between the stars and moon looking for the perfect moment for when Heaven would descend to Earth. The Christmas story and time begin with some sort of a journey in some form through time in each of us. As we all follow an inner pa...
It seems like there is nowhere else to run and at times there is nothing to hold on to, and there being times when it seems as though I need to just standup and let go. As I head on down this back road and looking up at the stars, wondering if things will...
I did my best when the call came down the line and I was taken up to that platform of surrender, as I closed my eyes and took a breath to clear both my heart and mind. As I found myself looking at the cold winter dawn and the dark light of the sun on the...
I understand that every life must end and with each breath being taken could one day be my last, and I ask those close to me to stay with me and I know there are times when I will never win. Still I ask those to stay with me and to see all that I have see...
They said there would be snow for Christmas, but it just kept on raining forming a veil of tears for the virgin birth, as I see that Fir or Pine tree standing there representing a vision of Paradise. Looking like a vision of angel fire in its lights and t...
Looking out and seeing that moonlight reflecting on the bay, as I sit here in the heat and humidity of a late spring night, and hearing the fans working at trying to move that heated, heavy air. Except for the sounds of the fans, one can almost hear thems...