Clarity comes in waves, often we face it with mouths wide open and our minds sealed shut. Experiencing loss is that proverbial shake that serves to remind us that the time we have is loaned. I’ve come to a realization, albeit kicking and screaming. Knowing that I have sold myself short more times that IContinue reading “A closed mouth and an open mind”
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The art of creating
My passions are clustered closely together, sharing the commonality of creation. Whether it is my excursions into the depths of nature, earnestly searching for the face of God, but being content with hearing his heartbeat. Or my cobbling together of words in an effort to make sense of my place, my role on this planet.Continue reading “The art of creating”
Food for the soul – An epiphany
As for me consistent inconsistency should be heralded, applauded and embraced, it keeps me nimble. Human beings are fickle and the pedestals we place them on are often of shoddy quality as the materials that we use, are often comprised of our expectations. I use to despair of the travails of life, until I realizedContinue reading “Food for the soul – An epiphany”
Harboring no illusions
I don’t point the finger of accusatory indignation at those who tread a different path than I. Fortunately, I don’t hold myself in that high of an esteem – to graduate to a pedestal – truth be told I’m a “hot mess”. I’ve come to acknowledge my foibles, shortcomings, contradictions and the like as aContinue reading “Harboring no illusions”
Savoring the simple
I search for venues like this for one simple reason, one that is often overlooked and that I have written endlessly about… Sanity. Being in the midst of solace gives me something that I am unable to get anywhere else, a conduit to an indefatigable supply of sanity. Is sanity a state of being, anContinue reading “Savoring the simple”
What is enough?
Consistency… Man’s inhumanity towards man. I always marvel at how quickly the fires of vitriol are extinguished. The finger unfurls itself from its accusatory position and lies, flaccid as if it wasn’t casting blame just moments before. How the shadows of duplicity make themselves known in the glare of light. Silence is sanction and aContinue reading “What is enough?”
Ardently Searching – A pictorial Essay
I’ve mentioned it tongue-in-cheek on occasion, but sometimes I wonder if there is any substance to my putting it out into the Universe. “If it weren’t for the solace of my excursions, my serial flings with Mother Nature that I’d be batshit crazy, fashionably modeling a strait jacket.” I don’t think it is accidental that IContinue reading “Ardently Searching – A pictorial Essay”
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