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Life With a Capital L. . . . . .
From a recent journal entry in October. . . .I have been doing a lot of thinking and a lot of reading and am nowhere near coming to any kind of conclusions other than it is all lived in the mind. And perhaps Frank Herbert is correct when he has Odrade in Chapterhouse say is…
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Another Conversation. . . . .
She Says, He Says. . . . She says, speak to me! He says, I have nothing to say. . . . She says, you can say I love you. . . . He says, I look out for you, don’t I, and help others every chance I can? And she says, and everyone…
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This Valentine Heart. . . .
It is a truth. . . . Sometimes we cannot improve upon a something that supports a truth and this is one of those times for me. As we approach Valentine’s Day, to all who are bereft and do not or have not known love, what is missed is something you have known somewhere at…
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Across The Table
Across The Table I remember the times we sat and held hands across the table, unable to say goodbye. Not necessary we thought for in the morrow we meet again. But soon the day arrived when we did not meet, expecting always a more convenient time to come. There were no other times for when…
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Pause To Consider. . . .
Engineering may code and modify DNA but individual evolution can be enhanced by emulating the behavior of one whose actions are above reproach. It behooves everyone to action that does not send crossed signals. We are not paranoid to think we are being watched. As children we all had our role models whom we watched…
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We Are The Music
We Are The Music You say, pull the shade! Or the neighbors will see! I say, What will they see? Us dancing? I rest my head upon your shoulder and am happy in the embrace. Us dancing in the kitchen too small to move much, but close in heart. I say, keep dancing. You say,…
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The Endeavor True. . . . .
Over the years I have found that if the desire is honest and the endeavor true there comes into life what is needed. Not what is wanted but what is needed. And into my life have come people who have supported and books that have affirmed my direction. An author who came into my life…
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The Refuge, everlasting life. . . .
Across My Life There were people walking across my life, leaving footprints, momentarily. They were not lightweights but real people whose hearts mellowed my life into pieces, manageable. I loved them quickly, fiercely, knowing they would but stay a minute. Now they are gone, but leaving behind stretch marks across my heart. Would you or…
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The Years The Locusts Have Taken. . . .
More Compensation. . . In my last posting I wrote that in Life there is a balance. Emerson called it compensation. I have found this to be more than accurate. For me it has been a personal matter of Life giving and I receiving. And to receive, I must be open to what is…
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Compensation. . .
There comes a time when even the simplest body language speaks to one and one has to listen. It is not an easy thing to do, this confrontation, but it requires some thought. It is easy to anger, but a dumb thing to do. And I try hard not to be dumb. But looking with…