Five Habits Of The Alone
Over the course of my diverse and eventful 47 years, I’ve developed a few patterns and modes by which I live my day-to-day. These are things I’ve found to be energizing. Things I find that make me feel in control I suppose. Be Thankful Every morning before I leave for work I thank “the spirits of white light and goodness“. I also ask them to … Continue reading Five Habits Of The Alone
Fifteen Years On
I’ve been reminded Mom recently of that time between. In that 2 years between when my marriage ended, and your death. There was no lead in…we had no idea. Then one day you were changed…and two weeks later we learn you’re dying of a Cancer. Some fragment that had worked its way through your body, and had rested in your brain. Like…whoa nelly…but there was … Continue reading Fifteen Years On
Pray Tell
Hey Mom, I am prompted this week to look back and see what of this year I would change, if I could. I know, not a Calvert trait whatsoever. Nothing good ever comes from regrets. Yet I can not deny I’ve had a few. Or, perhaps a better word may be do-overs. Or better yet, a button one could push that would allow us the … Continue reading Pray Tell
The Gentleman I Met At The Market
Well Mom, it’s Sunday morn and I spent a lot of money yesterday, but each dime was well spent. Holy cow though, least it was alot for me. Finally started some christmas shopping, and I got the girls their presents. However, I also bought myself a nice (cheap) pair of boots for the winter, then I swung through the market and picked up some local … Continue reading The Gentleman I Met At The Market
How It Twinkles
…view from Ridout heading North towards downtown Continue reading How It Twinkles
Winter Cowers Me
In these last few years Mom, I have learned a lot about myself. I discovered I fiddle with things when I’m stressed about something; Tim pointed that out, repeatedly. I have learned that I am faithful, patient, kind, forgiving, and sometimes I’m sad. Or maybe its just this damn time of year. Seems though all the bad shit happens in Fall, then you have the … Continue reading Winter Cowers Me
Above The Door
I’m sitting here staring at the screen, arms crossed, laying back on the green velvet Settee (where I like to write), wondering…”what on earth do I write about“? Than, just above my eyes I spy something flash across the transom…I know not what. A leaf perhaps? Fluttering in the light from the streetlights up the drive? Who knows. But, it got me to writing, so … Continue reading Above The Door
Of Creativity
What is inspiration? Where is its source? How does it find us? Perhaps, like some personal Genie, or a Guardian of your creativity, it steps in and hands you that which you most desire… the muse. That which sparks off a hundred tiny candles, strung together like old-fashioned Christmas lights, these letters I write to you Mom, they focus my intent, trim the tail of … Continue reading Of Creativity
More From The Old Red Duo-tang
APRIL 27/76 [8 1/2 Years Old] * Very saucy. Rolls her eyes when she’s told to do anything. Always in a foul mood when she gets home from school. Complains of a headache. She really is a trial right now with her sauciness. * We went to Aunt Jo’s on Sunday and she was so good. A perfect little lady. When we got home she … Continue reading More From The Old Red Duo-tang
There Is No Death
“There is no death, daughter. People die only when we forget them,’ my mother explained shortly before she left me. ‘If you can remember me, I will be with you always.” Isabel Allende – Eva Luna …more Gone, But Not Forgotten Continue reading There Is No Death
I remember when…
I was 6, and I ran away. God alone now knows why, I guess time and experience has erased the why. Although, I was probably being saucy, or “lippy” as you liked to say. If you’ll remember Mom, I got as far as the end of the driveway. For some reason that memory has been with me the last week. I can see that little … Continue reading I remember when…
To Mr.Blue.Eyes
You’ve inched your way forward these last four months. You eased your way, gently and not, into my life. I tried to be rid of you once in that time, to no avail; you were determined. What did you want from me? I may never know. What you got was the realist me I could be. I’m hot and I’m cold, I’m lazy and energetic, … Continue reading To Mr.Blue.Eyes
Within The Labyrinth Of The Lost
Well Mom, some weight or anxiety, or something, has lifted. Some facet of my inner workings opened a window, and released the hounding obsession of this silly last entanglement I found myself within. On my way to work yesterday morn, I felt freer than I had for days. It does take me awhile, as you know, to digest emotions, and I can so easily ignore … Continue reading Within The Labyrinth Of The Lost
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