Month: February 2014

  • The Gold That Shows

    My friends thought I was obsessed with connecting the dots.   This is the process by which I see an event and see its consequences while the event incubates.  I have a lifetime behind me where I was a veritable Sherlock.   They were unable to see the connections between people or events even when pointed out.…

  • My God Watches Me

    (When I published the journal entry called Hidden Lessons,  I was nudged to go through my files because I thought there might be a poem I had forgotten about.  After much searching I found it and thought I would follow the Lessons essay with what I had written March 08, 1998.  It explains to me…

  • Where Is Safe?

    May I ask you a question?   He was sitting at the window and looking out as if he could will the sun to come out so he could play outdoors.   Why you ask?   Because I want you to know that if you don’t want to answer,  you can say no to me.   But you always…

  • Communion

    snow cover reflects unto the bed of day, like the white lilac on a summer night. radiance expected with the dawn will discover itself in the light. it is a damask world of white on white. when the thaw comes there will be no trace of the winter things nor the magic grappling on the…

  • Say That Again?

    Uneventful is a merciful condition and that in itself is a large blessing. Why do children require no lessons on being naughty but many on how to be good? What is the meaning of ice cream and why does it warm the heart? Why are the hardest lessons learned tied directly to the heart? Some…

  • Words

    “Tis folly”  he said. “to write a word, for all words mean all things to all men, and some words mean no thing to some men, even when they mean everything to me. I have weighed each carefully in my heart, using my feelings as a scale. I labeled things only when I became a…

  • Hidden Lessons

    From a journal entry September 25, 2000. . . . .”I meant to come down and write this story last week when it happened but again I did not.   Whether I am becoming lazy or whether just tired,  I don’t know.   But when I was unloading the car of groceries in front of…

  • Felicia

    One of the responders to my latest post on ‘Differing Perspectives’ is an established young writer with a contract with a publishing house for a book of poetry whose name is Ruth Hill.   She sent the poem,  ‘Felicia’ and gave permission for me to print it since she said we are both Felicias.  There are…