Dawn is approaching, 6 AM, Zack is pacing, growing impatient, I hobble out of bed to let him out, It’s nice out here, I should have coffee on the porch, I tuck this away, go inside and lock the door.Continue reading On The Porch, 6 AM
A friend of mine called one day and stated in a matter of fact tone, “you have to read this book; it will change your life”. The book was ‘The Power of Myth, by someone named Joseph Campbell. I was just divorced and trying to find my way in a strange new world after 13 years of marriage, a world in which I felt as one of the lost boys in Peter Pan. I was ready for something of substance but had doubts as to my friends implied assertion that this one book would open a new world of meaning to me. I was familiar with the works of Thomas Moore and M. Scott Peak so I wasn’t completely unacquainted with the idea of mythology as a psychological tool. But little did I know I was about to submerge into uncharted waters, pushing me intrinsically through the door into the abyss.Continue reading Hey Joe
Song of Amergin- 1st Version I am the wind on the sea I am the wave of the sea I am the bull of seven battles I am the eagle on the rock I am a flash from the sun I am the most beautiful of plants I am a strong wild boar I am a salmon in the water I am a lake in the plain I am the word of knowledge I am the head of the spear in battle I am the God that puts fire in the head Who spreads light in the gathering on the hills? Who can tell the ages of the moon? Who can tell the place where the sun rests?Continue reading Song of Amergin
“…but I preferred reading the American landscape as we went along. Every bump, rise, and stretch in it mystified my longing.” – Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Trains, the hypnotic sound of steel upon steel, a lonesome whistle crying through the night. All who take this journey have a story to tell. It’s the road taken, an enigma, even after all these years… I’ve stopped trying to understand it’s wanting Continue reading Reflextions On A Train In The Night
“Accept - then act. Whatever the present moment contains, accept it as if you had chosen it. Always work with it, not against it.”-Eckhart Tolle.
It’s been some time since I’ve written about Parkinson’s disease. Not that it doesn’t want to be heard as it does make itself known but I tend not to give it a voice and I really should give it it’s due for awareness is the best medicine. This post also comes as a special request. So to my benefactors, here goes.
As with many other disorders, especially cognitive, outside appearances can take on an air of normalcy, like nothing is wrong. But as in the adage, don’t judge a book by its cover, don’t judge a Parkie just by Tremor. There’s more that goes on than one wants to admit, hidden in the depths of a brain running low on dopamine.Continue reading Private Tremors of the Frozen Man
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.
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
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