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Poetry2018-02-26T16:49:38-07:00

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.

When This is All There is

“Though much is taken, much abides”Ulysses ~ Alfred Lord Tennyson 1833We focus on loss when something is taken away,the glass on the table is unquestionably,half empty, we can see this;we sense lessfocusing on what is no longer there,we prolong and [...]

By |November 24th, 2012|

Thy Will Be Done

His high endeavors are an inward light, that makes the path before him always bright. ~ William Wordsworth Bumps beneath the blanket,outcrops in the stream,we are allin the big picture;Inextricably linked,cogs in the wheelsof cause and effect.  Our separateness;mental constructsof ceilings in believing,first rites [...]

By |November 23rd, 2012|

This Crucible of Love

"Love is the closest thing to magic" This crucible of love,where the heat of unrequited passion,distills wistful and vacuous heart vaporsto a reduction ofhollow and sterile aphorismsleaving only a sticky residue,of disenchantment and regret,calcinations of covetousness,laced with,infatuation and frivolous intent. With surgical [...]

By |November 21st, 2012|

Still Waters Run Deep

  Arthur Ferguson April 25, 1920 – June 16, 2003 Dad, Uncle Arthur, Grandpa, Mr. Ferguson are some of the ways he was known to us. This extraordinary man who lived a very ordinary life has left a palpable void [...]

By |November 18th, 2012|

Your Hungry Heart

"If our love is only a will to possess, it is not love"~Thich Nhat Hanh JD on ice, small talk and ashtrays,mindless conversation,you’re just a castaway,on this sea of life, without a chart.  Your darting eyes throw furtive glances,your emptinesstakes [...]

By |November 13th, 2012|

We Call this a Blue Bird Day

"Love is a friendship set to music"~ Joseph Campbell As I pulled on the cord rising blinds gave way to a mind numbing visualof snow capped mountain peaks splashed against a sky unrivalled in blue and pure, triggering a deep and heart [...]

By |November 4th, 2012|
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