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Ruined warriors

While camping in Greece in 1971, my father taught me my first and last lesson in stargazing, consisting of describing various constellations by alternately relating their Greek myth of origin and their orientation for maritime navigation. At just nine years old, the celestial details haunt memory not so much with the vague familiarity of fact, but rather the distinct closeness of warm physical emotion. I can still feel the chilled night air stinging my cheeks, contrasting the snug security of my...

Tilling the soil.

April 6, 2020

We have lived in the same home for 29 years. Several years after we bought our house, I decided to grow a garden in the rock-walled backyard enclosure designed for just such a purpose by the homes original owners. I tilled, raked, planted, weeded and harvested, usually by myself, for quite a few years before deciding that there was no point to it any longer during the early years of Parkinsons diagnosis, confusing a lack of fiscal productivity for a waste of time.

 That was a...

Morning

Erupting hum in rhyming color, echoes of seclusions wild, keen silence pervades the missive scape, lilting aviary the choir.

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New

Running down the same well-worn path bracketed by fear and desire, caged inventions of the thinking mind lock us tight in a jail of reality’s convention. Self-imposed bars of collective arrogance buttress the cell, even as doubt’s sustenance of rigid cynicism masks the open door with illusory opacity. This is our chosen home, a story-book hell of pseudo existence.

Soar with courageous wonder, powered by an open heart of belief. Vanish shackles of rotten logic with a brave new tale carved by...

Gumbo of soul

We are multifaceted beings, destined to a complexity of emotion, thought, and sensation, warmed by gratitude and compassion in a spicy gumbo of the soul.

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Puddle sprayed

Getting sufficient sleep has been an issue with me for about ten years now, leaving me with a nominal two to four hours of broken sleep most evenings. Occasionally, I’ll be able to stretch that to as high as six, although almost never for two nights in a row. That’s okay, I’m pretty much used to it.

Recently, my winter darkness sleep habits have shifted with the 4:30 pm sunset, leaving me to nod off as early as 7:00 pm and getting up for good several hours later. Last night started no...

Unseen Radiance

Creativity, imagination’s whimsical helper, kneads the soul with the unseen radiance of joy.

Harsh features

Harsh features, chiseled from familiarity, thaw in the gentle undercurrent of the moment.

Meaning

Meaning is not a validation of your beliefs or values, nor does it reside on a clear plain of quid pro quo, detectable by eye or ear. Approach obliquely, searching for the perfect angle, the merging of timelessness with eternal as it whispers closer from undiscovered shores. Search the second beyond a lifetime for the alchemy of revelation, for it is there, patiently awaiting the barren luminosity of a crisp, moonless night.

Nature’s tender siren

Bereft thinking, bare of time’s sand, cheery vision plays to the hum of nature’s tender siren. Lured forth by the twinkle in the castaway’s eye, lids flutter and frolic in parky night sky. Unsettled senses, contrived consequence the eager teacher, dash the scene with silent ransom until vanished in daylight’s forged confidence.