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TRACES AND REMNANTS
“Lover, you should have come over..” Jeff BuckleyLovers leave things behind at times; a hand written note tucked in between the pages of a daily journal, a pair of lace underwear they wore. as a gift; now folded and discreetly tucked in a small corner of a drawer. Perhaps their scent still lingers like a distant echo of a train.What was whole then is now in fragments; memories, wishes, desires,…
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To Listen...
How many times have I found myself lost in my own thoughts? As lovers and friends tell me of their trial and of their days, as my own soul whispers to me of the way to go or the action to take, I have often gotten lost in the wandering musings of my own mind. While my partner, K, is away living in the city, and we are trying to find the connection across the wide country through video phone calls…
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The Dilution Factor (and what rules us).
The Dilution Factor (and what rules us).
What are you doing right now at this moment besides reading this entry?
How are you really feeling, deep down about who you are?
Are you hungry right now? Eat.
I believe that the way we are living and how we are consuming and communicating are being deeply affected by the what I have termed” the Dilution Factor”
We are becoming accustomed to a multi-level media and entertainment experiment,…
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The Past, and the Rest to come.
The Past, and the Rest to come.
There are memories that never seem to stop moving. Their whispers come when I am starting the day, and remnants string out along behind me when I am watching the snow fall this morning. I often try to stop this remembering, this reflecting, to finally have a quiet mind and a quiet heart.
The rest comes when the memories stop, and the day takes on its own character, and finds it’s…
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Freedom and the morning rain
Freedom and the morning rain
I have the day off work, and I started the New Days Chronicles today after months away from writing. Months of working and pushing and poking at life and all the dreams and ideas.. and doing very little movement towards acting on them.
It has felt like being bound hand and foot by my own thoughts, by anger, by resentment and by straight up fear of being seen as foolish. In songs, in words,…
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Caught these two autobiographies recently streetside.. in preparation for some new creative projects, reading about the lives of others, especially those who took their own unique roads that touched others lives in a positive way. Those are the roads I like.. the ones that connect us to each other, because we are walking them together..😌
Caught these two autobiographies recently streetside.. in preparation for some new creative projects, reading about the lives of others, especially those who took their own unique roads that touched others lives in a positive way. Those are the roads I like.. the ones that connect us to each other, because we are walking them together..😌
Caught these two autobiographies recently streetside.. in preparation for some new creative projects, reading about the lives of others, especially those who took their own unique roads that touched others lives in a positive way. Those are the roads I like.. the ones that connect us to each other, because we are walking them together..😌
Evening walk. June 2018, Beachside.
These evenings... when you take time to sit still by the waves.. with the ones you love.❤️
These evenings... when you take time to sit still by the waves.. with the ones you love.❤️
These evenings... when you take time to sit still by the waves.. with the ones you love.❤️
What will I remember, when the voice inside me tries to convince me that I do not remember how to love? What will I know when I start listening with my whole heart, to the silence and the sound of life together, as I continue to change and grow? What will I do when I take my smile and share it with strangers who are lost in their mind, convinced that their heart has forgotten how to speak? This moment I will remember.. and the next, and the next and I will promptly forget who I think I am too, and leave behind the burdens I meant to surrender many miles and moons ago.❤️
What will I remember, when the voice inside me tries to convince me that I do not remember how to love? What will I know when I start listening with my whole heart, to the silence and the sound of life together, as I continue to change and grow? What will I do when I take my smile and share it with strangers who are lost in their mind, convinced that their heart has forgotten how to speak? This moment I will remember.. and the next, and the next and I will promptly forget who I think I am too, and leave behind the burdens I meant to surrender many miles and moons ago.❤️
What will I remember, when the voice inside me tries to convince me that I do not remember how to love? What will I know when I start listening with my whole heart, to the silence and the sound of life together, as I continue to change and grow? What will I do when I take my smile and share it with strangers who are lost in their mind, convinced that their heart has forgotten how to speak? This moment I will remember.. and the next, and the next and I will promptly forget who I think I am too, and leave behind the burdens I meant to surrender many miles and moons ago.❤️
What will I remember, when the voice inside me tries to convince me that I do not remember how to love? What will I know when I start listening with my whole heart, to the silence and the sound of life together, as I continue to change and grow? What will I do when I take my smile and share it with strangers who are lost in their mind, convinced that their heart has forgotten how to speak? This moment I will remember.. and the next, and the next and I will promptly forget who I think I am too, and leave behind the burdens I meant to surrender many miles and moons ago.❤️
What will I remember, when the voice inside me tries to convince me that I do not remember how to love? What will I know when I start listening with my whole heart, to the silence and the sound of life together, as I continue to change and grow? What will I do when I take my smile and share it with strangers who are lost in their mind, convinced that their heart has forgotten how to speak? This moment I will remember.. and the next, and the next and I will promptly forget who I think I am too, and leave behind the burdens I meant to surrender many miles and moons ago.❤️