Poetry, storytelling and song writing are members of the same family. I have a deep appreciation for the literary arts and believe that creative writing whatever its form, render a fleeting glimpse, a snippet of insight into the author’s inner world. To live an unexamined life is our greatest travesty and consequently we cannot grow as we are intended to without putting ourselves under a compassionate lens of scrutiny. Writing can do this by giving us a strategy to crystallize those fleeting thoughts and emotions that so often elude clarity and self knowing. Journaling, writing poetry can be a catharsis in this process leading to a new awareness of whom and what we are, warts and all. The journey of self discovery ultimately opens the door to the spiritual growth and evolution we so richly deserve.
Photo - www.aman-rai.com"To be happy in this world, especially when youth is past, it is necessary to feel oneself not merely an isolated individual whose day will soon be over, but part of the stream of life flowing on from [...]
"Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe [...]
“He who binds to himself a joy doth the winged life destroy, but he who kisses the joy as it flieslives in eternity’s sunrise" ~ William Blake Spring gains momentum, Bow River swells with mountain pride,frost heaved ice floesbobble along indifferentlysurrendering to this,to here,to [...]
Photo Cesare BraiA wolf pack: the first three in the column are the old or sick, they give the pace to the entire pack. If it was the other way round, they would be left behind, losing contact with the pack. [...]
"Faith is an island in the setting sun, but proof is the bottom line for everyone" ~ Paul Simon Beam shivered, and nestled in closeto her mother’s warm feathers, the icy wind nipping at her little body. A coyote’s howl filled [...]
“Time is the longest distance between two places” ~ Tennessee Williams Faded footprints,stories of you, me, us, them,inclusion, exclusion, indifference, this. Our maps,chosen journeys,congealed lives ofwill and intent,convoluted paths,same destination. Hypnotic years roll byblurred pages flipped,ballads of beingcomposed on the flyquesting for harmonyrefuting [...]