This post is part of a series of guest post authored by myself and other bloggers, published to my friend Monica’s blog site,‘look around!’Do yourself a favor and check out her blog at: https://lookaround99.wordpress.com and my post On The Shoulders of Giants at:https://lookaround99.wordpress.com/2016/08/29/on-the-shoulders-of-giants/-look around!.
In time I also heard a singular voice whisper to me as though it were an echo of words spoken long ago that keeps going and will forever sound through the epochs of time as long as love and compassion inhabit this Earth… “There are many ways to touch and kiss the sky!” -JC
Continue reading On The Shoulders of Giants… look around!
It is a bit daunting to think that every time we breathe we take in a small bit of the universe. And by the same token, every time we exhale we leave a bit of ourselves out in the open. Vulnerable and unsettling as that may seem, we each hold the key to the threshold that enters the laborite to our individual self and our breathing is the conduit, both literal and metaphoric; pursuit to each other. And no one else can enter that very crooked path for you; it’s a solo gig. But it’s so hard to know the self.
One way is to look at our expectations for they tell us more about ourselves than just what we’re expecting. How far are you willing to go for your aspirations? Blind ambition can lead to all kinds of false idles until you can’t get enough. You become so separated from all that is internal… it remains hidden, covered up in a delusion. How do we avoid this interior/exterior tug of war? Continue reading The Authentic Self
“All things must pass” -George Harrison
This is Levi, who belongs to a good friend of mine. This picture, taken July 1st, 2015 was the last face I saw as I left Raleigh, North Carolina to move to St. Augustine, Fla. I will miss Levi as well as the many friends I’ve known for the past 15 years in which Raleigh has been my home. -JC
It’s been a while since I’ve talked about Parkinson’s Disease. The good news is I’m on my same basic medication I wrote about in Part 8- Medications… the Road to Levodopa and Part 9- Medications… All in Good Time. Though I know I will probably not decrease the amount of medication I take daily, its good not to have to increase. Continue reading Mr. Parkinson, “We All Fall Down”
Mother, Mother Ocean, I have heard you call… Jimmy Buffett
One day I happened upon a Native American art gallery. The owner, a member of the Navajo, and I got into a conversation about his artwork. I was in the process of moving to another state at the time. He told me I was moving to a spiritual place where I would live for a number of years. But as with all spiritual places, I could not stay indefinitely; one day I would know when it was time for me to move and where I would travel to. Continue reading A Heart for ‘Salt’
“The essential thing about a poet is that he builds us his world.” -Ezra Pound
I love this quote and just maybe this is the only purpose of creativity of any kind… to build the world of the artist to others. Then what’s built inflects another and the flame of creativity passed forward. And what’s been said before is said again but with a different twist Continue reading Build Me Your World
Words used in different form and measure tell the story of our lives. Such stories conjunct other stories creating a collective story, word by word. When perfected, and connected, they sound of music playing in perfect harmony. They dance to the rhythm of meter and time on the road to meaning and understanding.
*adapted into Echoes In The Dark /
The world is full of magical things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” -W.B. Yeats
To the beach tonight, I long for the salty air. The sun has completed its’ days’ work, so Helios rein in your trusted steeds; the moons dance with the clouds has just begun or is it a game of hide and seek? A storm is brewing, falling in off the gulf, rain in the distance, moving from east to west of the jetty which extends out from the coast, penetrating and dividing the waves. The lightning, a spidery web of energy, electric veins of the night sky, counting the seconds when the thunder roars, 1001, 1002… the miles it must sprint until illuminations arrival. The waves are wanting of my feet as they melt into the sand; I see a path of light on the surface of the water, guided by the moon’s reflection. It disappears, comes back into play, a lot like you, coinciding with the rhythm of the moon and clouds, the light and dark, the sacred and profane… wild heaven and all it will allow.