Month: October 2021

  • The Workers Are Few. . . feeling used?. . .

      Feeling Used?  Of Course! And the call came and because panic ensued,  the young one got dressed and the night found him getting another vehicle running and a friend grateful to be driving home.  I asked him do they realize what they ask?  No clue, gram.  Not a clue.  They are scared to death…

  • What’s A Mind For?

    Somethings Learned While Scrubbing. . (with no help and no money we called it work, and did not know it was multi tasking. . )  I scribed. . .January 16, 1994. . . . When capacities are stretched continually, compassion fatigue is a condition when all avenues are locked into emotions.  It is no surprise…

  • Take Me Home Jason, Take Me Home. . .it is time.

        I have been trying to catch up with myself for a very long time now.  Putting up with the old timer’s disease of trying to make a body work like I remember it doing.  But of course, it does not.  At better than 90 it will not conjure the energy it did at…

  • We Had But One Name. . . .(in Genesis)

    Perhaps Doris Lessing and I would not be close friends because of commitment.  But I can and do admire her brilliance with the written word and some of her ideas.  Two  things of value stand out.  The first is of  long standing and I spent hours locating this source only to find it at midnight…

  • I Crashed The Gates. . . .

    I have spent time in why I have reached some conclusions and also wish to write a post to explain a bit about my ability to scribe.  I have been into scribing since the ‘60’s and even have the first poem, almost committed to memory.  And that is not an easy mode for me, to…