Just before I reach work there is a wavy path that runs through this greenspace in the middle of suburbia I cycle through. Imagine, if you will, it’s 4:30 (or so) AM, and it’s late fall. Though the darkness obscures the path, I have come to know it as well as the lines on my own face. My new bike light flashes, illuminating the shadow … Continue reading Cycling Towards A New Mythology
on some level perhaps we all know it cell by cell our bodies decay breakdown slowdown bit by bit all of us some halted in their tracks but we’re all dying as the outer layer sheds skin day by day yet, in those waves of oxygen we share we love again posted for Outer Layers | The Discover Challenge Continue reading so we are all dying
Last night was relatively quiet, as I tucked myself in for the evening. Somewhere out in the village, someone has a radio on maybe, playing old country tunes? Just too far away to hear who is singing, but someone with a Patsy Cline twang. I certainly will admit, I find it a hard thing to achieve, this not thinking so much. I think cycling is … Continue reading Angel’s Wings And Fighting Monsters
This morning I woke up real early, and couldn’t sleep. Lots going on lately, in my personal life, and I had some questions about some stuff. I’m trying to break habits, recognize patterns. So I guess it began with a search for the definition of Narcissism, and it just snowballed. That’s how I came across this article, and read the following: People with this disorder … Continue reading Life After, And How To Recognize A Psychopath
So I’m riding this evening along the path that runs by the river up towards the University. Up, and down, and meandering along, swaying this way and that. I’ve ridden her to work every day. Because never again. I will not take for granted one more day. Not one. Riding along, before the dawn. Taking my time, as I listen as all around me, on … Continue reading A Curve In The Path Ahead
The misty morning dew still lay heavy on the grass as I dipped under the old rusty gate. Shhhhh… this part of The Coves is a bit of a dog walker paradise. It is a rare treat in a city the size of London to have a place such as this. Here there is no concern about traffic, or cars, or any of that. It … Continue reading Dog Walks Of London | The Secret Orchard
There she was. A little tired looking, bit worn and rusty, yet still she was lovely. She was my dream, my fantasy. I swear my eyes must have lit up when I came upon her. Giddy, my first thoughts were “oh please, would you be mine?”. I’d come over for, well you know I don’t even recall now, but there I was at Crossroads. Decided to take … Continue reading My Ramblin’ Rose
“There’s nothing fundamentally wrong with people. Given a story to enact that puts them in accord with the world, they will live in accord with the world. But given a story to enact that puts them at odds with the world, as yours does, they will live at odds with the world. Given a story to enact in which they are the lords of the … Continue reading The Logistics Of Change, Lessons, And The Pursuit Of Happiness
from The Red Duo-Tang ~Friday June 27th, 1975: *Really enjoyed the trip to Midland, she was really good. L (lil sis) bothered her a lot. Very interested in Huron Village. Enjoyed staying in the Motel. – got a lot out of Nancy Island. Asked a lot of questions. *Little nervous at the Scenic Caves. Can’t say as I blame her…I was too. Got a beaded … Continue reading Weekly Writing Challenge | Student, Teacher
When I first met Tim his life was about drugs, music, late nights and alcohol – and it was that life that ultimately killed him. I’d always been attracted to the music scene, and still love the energy of live music. Thus it was that I became entangled in the life he led. Yet, in time I realized that Tim’s life was not out front, but rather out … Continue reading Confessions Of A Caregiver
Creating does not happen devoid of experience, as experience often becomes that which moves the soul. It is a complexity of situations and deep emotional responses, born from events of which only a few of our own design, or desire. These elements work in concert with one another. They mesh, and meld, and circle around and spiral forth, divining which ever instrument we chose, or that … Continue reading The Act of Creation
Bit by bit, life erodes these ideas one has. Dreams, goals, aspirations, all grand schemes are subject to moderation, and the changing climate of life. Today as the weather outside dips, and moisture freezes on the window panes, I find myself with little to say. I awake, and drink my coffee, smoke my cigs and go about the morning routine that has defined me these … Continue reading An Ode to Lost Things
In my last post I mentioned following my wyrd. I want to expand on that, as it’s a concept I’ve bounced around with often in the past. It’s a paraphrasing of a quote I ran into…years ago “follow your weird, ladies and gentlemen, forget trying to pass for normal“. Does anyone know what that’s from? I had a hard time finding really a good reference … Continue reading This is Wyrd, or am I Weird?
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