As you no doubt are aware, Elephants grieve. They stand by their loved ones and shed tears. They bury them, even recognize the bones of friends and family; and even can pick out their loved one’s skull from a group of others. They stay by the bodies or come to visit loved ones after death. Like something calls them maybe? Who knows. But they are … Continue reading We Mourn Like Elephants
that day I remember removed from the chatter it was August again still existing living leaning towards the river like a willow bending and lending me a little of its strength by and by the water passes from the past meandering upon those paths that other sunny day an island I am and those days though they were vivid another season another time other interpretations … Continue reading A Vibrant Summer Day
On the face of it, I suppose it looked as though I thought I was all that and a bag of chips. Strange how others see you, versus how you see yourself. Those last days of High School, you remember those Mom. Did it change me? Damn right it did. Sure I appeared tough as nails on the surface, but that walk home that night … Continue reading Those Girls Can Kiss My…
No, I’m quite certain I haven’t written you about this. It ended, oddly enough, in Niagara Falls of all places. He had invited me to come with him for the weekend. I don’t know what I was thinking. He was attending this conference for work. There I was, staring down at the falls, alone in our room, wondering what the hell I was doing. He … Continue reading Did I Tell You About My Affair With A Married Man?
It wasn’t that long ago I could barely browse through those photos from my days in Grey. Like getting lost in some gigantic labyrinth, once on the otherside you can’t help but be changed. I experienced the layer of loss death provides, and its hard not to acknowledge the lessons inherent in death, and dying. Not our own, so much as our experiences as we move … Continue reading The 3rd Law Of Life After Death
I believe, maybe, I am in need of a re-entrance to the world of my peers; at least a smidge. You know, I probably know about as much about modern series , new movies, and music as you. That’s awful. I guess I feel like an odd-ball, not many of me out there, you know. I’m completely out of touch. C O M P L … Continue reading Benedict Could Eat Crackers In My Bed
I broke down, couldn’t handle it any longer. This sense of creative suppression, this feeling of being trapped by devices that seemed to be closing me in, and cutting me off from every artistic spark I had, piece by piece, bit by bit. First world problems, as it were, but annoying as hell. Over the course of the last few months, both of my eReader/tablet … Continue reading The Clouds And I
Don’t know where my mind is you know Mom. Walked in to the grocery store with the intention of buying Irish her food, which I did, and then walked out of the store without it. Got half way through the parking lot before I realized my arms were rather light in the feed the dog department. Had to march back in and retrieve. Rolling of … Continue reading The Bouncy Blond Bombshell And I
She stood at the top of the mound, gazing across the meadow, to the line of trees. A magnificent line of giant Cottonwoods, standing all in a row, these graceful grey sentinels held a quiet wisdom, she mused. Under her feet encased a mystery she had yet to unravel. Turning back towards her Range Rover, bending down she gathered up her finds, and made her … Continue reading Natalie Goes Back
In the Egyptian Book of the Dead, it was the Goddess Maat, daughter of RA (sun god), wife of Thoth (god of writing and knowledge), whom one met at the end of the arduous journey everyone took after death. To her you would hand your heart, and she would weigh it against a feather. If it were heavier, your soul would not go on. In … Continue reading The Justice Of Maat
I have this jar of kosher pickles in my fridge I can’t open. It sits at the back of the fridge, taunting me since I moved here in 2013. I refuse to throw them out, and I refuse to ask for help. It’s become personal. I WILL open that jar of kosher pickles. I WILL. In a way, I suppose it’s become this ultimate challenge. … Continue reading Suck It Up Buttercup
The sun rose over the tops of the trees, bathing in the cold morning light stood the cabin, on the shores of a Lake. The Cedars that marched their way around the edge, swayed in the gentle breeze, offering a welcome distraction from the nightmare that had crept silently out of bed with her. She blew into the rough stone mug she was clasping in … Continue reading The Daemon That Danced Naked In The Dell
The Temenos Journal 