Category: Touchstone

  • The Invisible Challenge . . . .

        The Invisible Challenge . . .            I post today a subject close to my heart and mind that boundaries in thought  subject our young people in ways detrimental to their growth and honesty.  It comforts the adults to be sure but the relationship goes nowhere.          With Sunday’s go to church approaching,…

  • The Lesson In Strawberries. . . .

    5/31/24. . . There is always a someone in mind when I wish to repeat a post.   A reason because I want to shout to the world that here is a person of worth and high calibre that the rest of the world does not know as we who know and love her.  And…

  • The Teacher. . . . (The Socratic Departure). . . .

      The Teacher   (The Socratic Departure) I will drink this cup of gall, swallowing the bitterness setting fire to earth’s waste. But first I caress this chalice. Its depth mirrors my heart, shaking the foundations of my very own selves. Now splendid trepidation challenge the ultimatums by which the earth rocks. Challenge me, o gods,…

  • A Monk In Brown Burlap . . . 1790. . .

      How Not To Attach The Fabric Of The Global House. . . They say. . You have to keep it singular. . . You have to keep it nuclear. . . You have to keep it private. . . and remembering different in any way is not good. I tell you. . . You…

  • A Sorrow Hushed . . . . . .

    A Sorrow Hushed. . . My ears cleaved to the door frame of the dining room. Her whisper was hoarse, were there many? Lots, he said, lots, as he held the letter that told him what they saw. They pushed for space, women and children and their men for best viewing. They wanted to see. …

  • Freedom Is Never Free. . . .

    May 13,2024. . . (I remember watching this particular morning show with concern because I take things personally.  A dear friend said to me that was a hard way to live.  If one does not take life personally,  one then is a ‘walk through’.  Where then is the meaning in life?   And whose meaning would…

  • The Present Not Wanted, But Needed. . . .

          As I Watched. . . Part of a whole, yet wholly here. Slowly as I watched the silence was encompassing. Piece by blessed piece, each tree, each entity  slowly folded upon itself and laid itself down. The screen protecting vanished as it bent itself into nothing, a wisp of an idea no…

  • Explaining The Reason. . . .

    If We Had. . . and Truth be Known. . . . Her grey hair was tied up in a knot with an elastic band with wisps circling her face. Not neat in any way but ends swinging as if the haircut was long overdue but her smile was now and the joy present. Her…

  • Books. . . Our Spiritual Survival. . .

    We  have put so much faith in the medical profession and they do not deliver us from death which of course is what we want in our final go round.    In fact, the agonies are prolonged for just one more minute of breath before our departure.   And our departure is fraught with negatives.  The biggest…

  • Often We Are The Best Of Who We Are. . . .

    (4/11/24. . . please keep in mind that I have used the male gender as my subject with understanding of this evolutionary leap of humanity because little is understood of what we females responsible with children and aspects of quality  to ensure the  family in civil community life with compassion when we are leveled with…