That was nice
You were in my dream last night. Surrounded by happy noise, Kids, family, life. A gentle kiss. You said, looking at me skeptically, “That was nice.” Life flowed around us the way things shift in dreams, Seamlessly from place to place, moment to moment. Through it all we, you and I, shared A soft gentle…
Across the Eternal Divide, I See You.
Every time I find myself, I am not there. Every relationship is a first relationship. That sounds glib, like something one would read on the cover of a supermarket tabloid but there is truth in it. Each journey into a relationship, of any kind, is a time to learn: to learn about one’s self, an…
On Being The Bee. Holding to one’s Truth.
Making choices and the Patterns of our self-deception. We all live in patterns of our own making. Without patterns, every day would be a chaos of newness with no order, where accomplishing the smallest things would become a bold undertaking. We learn these habits of behavior out of necessity, to not only get things accomplished…
I Step Forward: Living and Dying in the Generations.
The Grief is Real I have recently been in the hospital for reasons not important to this post. A total of 12 days faced with my own mortality; nearly my 60th birthday, and in a hospital surrounded by the frailty of the human machine. While interned, I learned of the passing of Jeff Beck. I…