You have to just stop and raise your hands to the sky and wonder what’s going on? A few weeks ago we lost Tom Petty and now it’s personal, someone from home. Many thought Katrina got to him at his home in the lower ninth ward, but he is rescued… thank God he didn’t go down in that way. Continue reading Antoine Fats Domino
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
By W. Somerset Maugham
“Lift not the painted veil which those who live call Life” -Shelley
W.Somerset Maugham has long been one of my favorite authors in part because he pulls together different streams of life into a composite that leaves you thinking far after the last word’s read. Another reason is during his lifetime Maugham traveled the east extensively and that philosophy always comes out in his novels in the most interesting ways.
The Painted Veil is a sort of reverse love affair where the main characters never really fall in love with each other. The veil hides the reality of our life from ourselves and others, we hide and don’t want to see Continue reading Book Review, The Painted Veil
A knight contemplates his life…
In the silence of a moment, a silence so deep you could lose your mind, I reflect on my old mask, you know the one, with the thin smile. And what of my armor with shield and sword which I held up against the world? The armor I polished every day adding accolades to its mesh, the shield which hid me from all undesirable thoughts. Yes, love, compassion, and altruism I could feel but I choose not to as I let the sword cut away anything that ruined my view of my reality. So was the shield hiding me from the world or from myself? Was my sword there to facilitate my way in Continue reading Gahmuret the Angevine
You were simple in your outlook on life; never needing to impress
Loving football, eating, collecting pocket knives and scary movies
More inclined to do for others, you never wanted to rock the boat
Just keep it sound and steady, not liking when things went adrift. Continue reading Brother
My brother died in September of 2009 after a two-year battle with cancer. He was simple in his outlook on life; never needing to impress anyone. He loved football, over indulged when it came to eating, collected pocket knives and had a love for scary movies. He was more inclined to do for others than for himself; like cutting his grass, as well as my sister and my mother’s twice a week… in addition to taking care of any repairs on all three houses. He never wanted to rock the boat, just keep it sound and steady and had a tendency to worry when things went adrift. Continue reading Lessons Learned… A Eulogy
The morning air nips at my hands on this autumn day as I stand behind the blowing rock. According to legend, if you drop anything from this cliff, it will return to you. Myth, wind currents or magic? Maybe all are correct; for the wind is magic and myth point to truths unseen. Continue reading Blowing Rock