Our Pete

We go on and life continues with or without our participation. Because of this, I selectively choose to let loose memories, fall leaves blushing red, gold, yellow before browning on the ground. Still those composted fragments remain, great beast led slowly down the...

Pause

Just because we are doesn’t mean we always must be. Who ever convinced me but myself, long yardstick held over my own head, measuring down, not measuring up, listening out instead of listening in. This is the time, there is no other. I sit in mindfulness, at long...

NOW

Why grow impatient at the dawning of a day loaned to us in sequence of indeterminate length while rushing sunset in earnest completion of work for too little pay? Life is a gift we open in the present, hingeing on each moment eyes feast upon splendor of sky, sea and...

Profusion

Renewing my world happens in flashes of insight. If I gaze across twilight in dread of darkness impending, I negate the incubating promise of restoration with the breaking of morn; I shun my own body, fecund with potential percolating possibilities yet to be realized,...