“If you get the inside right, the outside will fall into place.”
When I wrote ‘Private Tremors of the Frozen Man’, I introduced a litany of symptoms prevalent to Parkinson’s disease that most people didn’t know or realized were just as prominent as a tremor in the hand. As time goes on, I discover new symptoms, some I experience and other I may or may not ever play host to. All in all, it’s an education for me and a vicarious one for you, the reader. As I’ve often said, when I was diagnosed back in October of 2012, I didn’t know anything about Parkinson’s except for the handshakes. Now I can see someone on the street and pretty much can tell if they have Parkinson’s or not. Continue reading The Frozen Man- Go to the Mirror
Letters travel across a blue ocean
Ascending toward the zenith of the heart
Fluidity gives meaning between words
A continuous song from the misty sea
In between the meaning is heaven’s gate
Where Andromeda keeps her watch
Stones set on the land to chart our course
A beacon of ancient light before light ever was
I hear a blackbird sing upon arrival Continue reading Across A Blue Ocean
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 as a friend. Continue reading The Quiet Of A Stillness
What Is Needed
From our very first breath in the temporal realm, we’re drawn to certain characters who leave a mark on our lives. Some are known to us, some hidden or not fully realized what their purpose is. They come in verities of disguises; friends, lovers, parents, siblings, acquaintances and so on. Some invade our lives for a short time while others stay longer. These are Shipmates and Soulmates. I’m sure you can name many who fit under these personas and if you think long enough can come up with many fellow travelers who influenced you in the time it takes to inhale a single breath and then they’re gone. Still, in other cultures where Continue reading Shipmates and Soulmates
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 in the heavens above. Our Pilgrim seemed to not have a care in the world, just he and the starry sky above… and the moral law of Kant. It is many who don’t realize these magical moments where the earth and sky seem to touch the setting sun and all is one. It was then after a short meditation he recited a poem written for his Lady and all lovers separated on this day. Continue reading Morning Dew
If there is one person responsible for the modern version of Christmas we celebrate today, that person is Charles Dickens and the story that converged many rituals into one and reinvented the holiday we know today is A Christmas Carol.
For a story concerned with giving to others in compassion, goodwill, and charity Continue reading Good Tidings of Perfect Light
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 at:A1A South-look around!
The world is full of magical things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.
‘A1A South, the Atlantic Coast of Florida… the smell of salt in the air.’
The sun has completed its’ day’s work, evening tide, Helios rein in your trusted steeds, you’ve given the night the warmth it needs… the moons dance with the clouds has just begun as we play hide and go seek from the sun. Continue reading A1A South… look around!
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 shall stay. Continue reading Ocean
“Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man that he didn’t already have.” -Dewey Bunnell
And it came to pass on this faithful day, that the wild man who created such havoc casting out demon shadows he saw in others are in reality his demons to do away with and the inquisitive boy yearning for knowledge at every waking moment, never getting enough, are one and the same for they are you and they are me, forced into enchantment and awareness, abiding in a lonely house off to the left-hand way of ‘being’ by the river of contemplation. And the boy dwelling
inside the wild man approaches the threshold after suffering death and inhalation of ego’s to discover compassion… the jeweled still point, lying at the heart of the soul. And it is there you will find me sitting on the porch in quiet mindful meditation.
©jc2016-9 Continue reading The Tropic of Oz
‘Solitude is not found so much by looking outside the boundaries of your dwelling but by staying within. Solitude is a deepening of the present and unless you look for it in the present you will never find it.’ -Thomas Merton
In his solitude, looking out toward the hemisphere our pilgrim could see the constellation of Orion amongst others along the celestial equator. The open expanse of sky, looked as though it contained every conceivable star in existence, lassoed and corralled for his eyes only. The setting sun lingered on the horizon for one last embrace of the earth as our Pilgrim appeared not have a care in the world, just he and the starry sky above. Most never understand these magical moments where the earth and sky appear to touch the setting sun and all is one. Continue reading Onward To the Palace of Wisdom- Solitude