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 than I was back then. So I’ve decided to post excerpts from the book to bring my narrative up to date. These will appear once a week or so as my other writing also continue. Thank you- JC   Continue reading Tales of the Frozen Man… PD and Me

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Gram

“I salute the light within your eyes where the whole universe dwells. For when you are at that center within you and I am at that place within me, we shall be one.”
― Crazy Horse Continue reading Gram

Enlighten Rogues

We enter here, we enter there
The road ahead, it never cares
There’s a turn for you, a turn for me
A turn for all who care to see. Continue reading Enlighten Rogues

If 6 were 3, I’d like to be…

If 6 were 3, I’d like to be all the things that you will see, if 6 were 3. Continue reading If 6 were 3, I’d like to be…

A Question of Balance

I have a friend, whom I haven’t seen in a while. I’ve been thinking of him lately and about a curious incident that happened a few years back. He has this temperament about him, sort of whimsical, imaginative, more of a humorous disposition. Underlying all of this is the fact that nothing ever seems to bother him. Naturally good-natured, Dave could energize a room just by his presence. It adversity were to hit, he could be solemn, and respectful but in his deep-set eyes is a hint of humor. I’ve had people complain to me that it seems he’s making fun of them in times of distress. But it was his demeanor to always be upbeat and positive. Continue reading A Question of Balance

Mysticism Of The Grail

Mysticism and the GrailJoseph of Arimathea took from the Vessel a host made in the likeness of bread. As he raised it aloft there descended from above a figure like to a child, whose countenance glowed and blazed as bright as fire; and he entered into the bread, which quite distinctly took on human form before the eyes of those assembled there. When Joseph has stood for some while holding his burden up to view, he replaced it in the Holy Vessel.                                                            -The Quest for the Holy Grail, trans. Pauline Matarasso

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Echo’s In The Dark- Words

“I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all,” -Richard Wright

In an old damp cave or a treasure chest under the sea, scattered amongst pages, worn out pencils and to-do list, I’ve collected fragments of writing without a home, with no prospects in sight. These words are to the point and do not own any lavish pretenses of grandeur. They simply speak their truth as directly as possible, such as the truth a child will convey out of sheer innocence. Continue reading Echo’s In The Dark- Words

The Eagle and the Hawk

eagle and the hawkSoaring high, the Hawk invites us to step outside the boundaries of life, to free ourselves of preconceived limitations, to welcome change in our lives through awareness and mindfulness.

The noble Eagle soars thru canyons and mountains, lakes and rivers in quiet determination to honor his Eagle nature. But that’s not the way it’s always been. Mythology tells the story of Yucatangee the Talker before there was ever an Eagle. Yucatangee talked constantly, so much so that the bear, the wolf, and other animals couldn’t hear themselves or each other and couldn’t feel the elements like the wind, the rain, nor see the sun, the moon, the stars. Thus they were lost as to their true nature. For we can only realize our true nature through our commonality with each other and connection to the natural world. Continue reading The Eagle and the Hawk

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.

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