Category: Blogs
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A Birthday of Blessing
Being fully human: I am fully divine. I am based in blessing Rooted in divinity Wrought in the free will of Self Ablaze at times with the incandescence of a life well-lived My joys are a playground of opportunities The games they engender Call through my windows The call to prayer is also the call […]
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“When Possible, Make a U-Turn”
I’ve read that even when we are lost, maybe turned around in direction, the place we are lost in needed our energy to pass through it. I am intrigued by this as it gives a validation to dithering. My Garmin unit has fallen heavily into like with Rt 75 here – Florida’s answer to 95 […]
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Before the Cat Died
PREPONDERANCE Tisanes of my own making: I still say coming forward for others Is more than my own reality The vague blur of expired lenses Less keen than real perceptions The radiation of my Chernobyl life Pulsing in the machinery. My heart decides its own measure Diverging from the body’s hosting. Finding that hidden doorway, […]
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Arrival
Five days later, 1900 miles on car trip counter – no signs for Sarasota until 7 miles out of town. First impressions: commercial sprawl; old trying to look new with spiffy add-ons; traffic sincere about getting to the next red light as quickly as possible. Hope my NM plate saves me some harassment. Beautiful birdsongs, […]
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Day 5 Journey Journal
I can tell Florida is a real tourist state – not just a pass-through. It’s apparent in the quality of even the less expensive places I’m staying. The Baymont last night was so solidly constructed I heard nothing & I was across from the elevator by the breezeway. The a/c unit was quiet, unlike the […]
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Day 4 Journey Journal
Today I finished off Louisana (leaving spooky Lafayette far away) & crossed Mississippi & Alabama, which states could afford “Welcome!” signs. The landscape was even greener if possible & kudzu not draped over the local wildlife. Florida. I remember Florida drivers being so slow to get behind one was a cause for loud groans from […]
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Day 3 Journey Journal
I left Seguin just before 7 under a darkling sky, heavily overcast. The land was so green I expected dancing leprechauns. After a hearty lunch (!) at Waffle House, the rain squalls practically washed me back down the road as I pulled through running water so deep I was hydroplaning. Of course it was between […]
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Trains & Motels
There is still a romance about awakening to train horns from a distance, a music from the rails so long as one is not up close to them. That one drawn-out note & then a steady rumble of passage. Life was simpler traveling when one could afford a ticket. I see the occasional pedestrian on […]
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Covid Heart
I refuse to give in to outside harm, to undermining myself by believing that my immortal self can succumb to evil set upon me.
Riding the Light 