Dreams, the River and You

Sacred River, A Meditation  
The sun settling silently on the big muddy, grandfather of all rivers as thoughts come and go and we mourn and celebrate all that life offers. My sacred river, churning and turning the secrets of all born to its code. But someone forgot to tell the river that it’s secrets were not to be entrusted with the likes of ordinary men. So the Mississippi flows south on the compass of life, an open oyster for all the world to behold the failures and successes of untold thousands waiting to be witnessed… all in good time… all in good time. Continue reading Dreams, the River and You

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There Isn’t a Reason for Hurricane Season

1996 Publix Domain
1996 Public Domain

It’s hard to believe that most Atlantic hurricanes are born in Africa, the Sahara desert to be exact. When hot dry winds of the desert mix with cool wet winds of the south around the Gulf of New Guinea forming a jet stream dispatching waves of air westward out into the Atlantic. When these waves of air find enough moisture they form clusters of thunderstorms which gather around a center of air circulation. This is the humble beginnings of a hurricane.  Continue reading There Isn’t a Reason for Hurricane Season