Category: Essays

  • Under The Wings. . . .

      In exasperation a beloved said it takes you a whole page to say you went to the corner!  And I realize that was the answer to why my perspective is different and so is yours.  We see and hear things differently because we endow life with who we are.  My readers know that I…

  • Many Truths. . .Many Worlds. . . .

      A question arose when reading and I was ready to put down the book.   Coming to mind were thoughts I  had to make peace with.  I had been told . . . ‘there are many truths.  There is not just one truth and all else is false.  All things are true in some place…

  • The Lady Of The Blue Cloths. . . .

      There are posts  I have written that speak well to the present times.  I think for those who follow me there might be some understanding from these earlier writings.  There might be a moment when the thought comes, oh I see where she comes from.  I hope so.  For me it is a visit…

  • Apriori. . . Before We Are Born. . .

    The Twig Already Is Bent. . . Before We Are Born. . . Before.  Apriori.  I love that word but I don’t see it often.  It encapsulates meanings long held on whatever subject.   I use it to mean lives lived before now; some of us with long histories and others freshly minted.   Those who think…

  • Hope Enters With A Promise. . . .

      Just do, she said and don’t ask why!  It was her mantra, her Om, her ominous threat!  This great, great grandmother of Emma E. with her brood of young held us all in check being a sergeant at arms.  We muttered our displeasure but we did what needed to be done.  We inherited what…

  • Does The World Stand Still For You?. . .

      If memory serves me, the one thing I learned from what I have been told is that no one thinks like I do. Trust me,  it was never a compliment from the time I was a child.  When I first started this blog in 2011, I started with this poem.  I excerpt. ‘How heavy…

  • Standard for Common Measure. . . .

      This is one of those times when life calls for a time out to let the eternal hold sway to be appreciated.  We let loose the hold that events have on us and just let life have its way.  Our mental balance demands it and our relationships require it.  It is enough to catch…

  • Angels We Have Heard. . . private time. . . .

      Can we make the snowman now,  the little one asked.   Almost time,  I said,  almost time.   Well, he said,  when will it be the right time?   And I asked him to think about it.   He was still for a minute and then asked me what I meant. Well,  I said,  there is a right…

  • No Place To Go. . .

      I was told that what is done for one will be done for all.  Meaning for me that when one does something unusual or different, the potential exists then for all.  And this is how progress becomes a sure thing for civilization.  Evolution takes a step, sometimes a baby step, but it is forward.…

  • I Will Speak. . . .

    I Will Speak. . . I sometimes envy those who chose to come to this Earth having adopted a religion or a way of life to concentrate on what lessons needed to be learned or just to enjoy life.  It is only delaying what must be done eventually, and that is to confront the history…