Tales of the Frozen Man… PD and Me

For some time now I’ve been employed in the process of writing a book on my life with Parkinson’s disease. In this process, my mind has discovered many forgotten incidences in this struggle, so much so that I felt my old blog post on the subject seem severely lacking. Also, I’m probably a better writer […]

Home

In reality, the house was rather small. But it’s enormous in accordance with the memories of my youth as it was the first house I actually remember calling home. Things always seem bigger and grander when the past is taken in by reminiscence under the disguise of myth.

Song Of The North Woods

Just a short distance and I am amongst the trees, I perceive the shadow of Thoreau and John Muir, as I enter the realm of Gawain and the Green Man, While the leaves from winters passed announce my arrival, amidst the lower brush and decaying branches.

Silent Fluidity

Agua There is something about the grace and serenity of water; it seems lazy and peaceful in one moment and then in the next, it shows great strength and power. Water is perseverance, patient, and adaptable; just think of the Colorado River creating the Grand Canyon. And most important of all, water is fluid… ever […]

The Quiet Of A Stillness

A dear friend of mine passed away this week. It was expected but still, the finality of it hits you all the same. My relationship with Jesse was officially his son in law but as my father passed away when I was young, he took on the role of a surrogate father figure as well […]

Morning Dew

The setting sun seemed to linger for one last glimpse over the horizon. In his solitude, looking out toward the hemisphere our Pilgrim could see the two brightest stars of Orion along the celestial equator, Rigel, and Betelgeuse. The expanse of open sky looked as though it contained every constellation in existence, lassoed and corralled […]

Whitman, Kerouac and the Open Road

Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose. Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune, Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,

Dragonfly

I’m told that your ancestors go back to the mystic mountains of old, where there are stories of many a dragon lair teeming with gold. In truth, you’re one of the first creatures to crawl out from the birth waters of Mother Earth. Many years removed from those times not only in size but also in […]

Ocean

          And at the end of the day The vast array of stars in the night sky Give sight to the moon holding secret The meeting of an endless ocean to an endless horizon. It is here that one can embrace the vastness of the universe And it is here I […]

Consider… The Soul, Vol. 2

The Artist Artistic expression is an undertaking of reverence toward the soul; of hidden things in the night which will simultaneously expand and unlock its secrets to the advantage of one’s art. But where do these epiphanies come from… esoterically without or within? Comfort in Your Own Skin Soul is anything you do for yourself that […]