Back to the Mystic
Todays Daily Prompt was too good to ignore. Instantly, I POOF… was transported to the other day, when I wrote that poem. This song takes me back to those years at the lake. When I hear that song, from one of Tim’s favourite singers, I am always moved. Mentally I am back, by a campfire, comfortably situated, with cozy pillows, in lawn chairs. Crackling fire … Continue reading Back to the Mystic
He Has Chuck Norris’ Hands
Every year, on the same day, I forget the same thing. Once per year I spend the days before thinking, Dad’s Birthday is … I must remember to give him a call. Every year I forget… unless I’m reminded… ON the day… at a point in time that I can call him right away. So of course this year was no different. However, AHA… I called … Continue reading He Has Chuck Norris’ Hands
Off Into The Mystic
in little bits in pieces I say goodbye day to day a little less, means alittle more. to hold onto you, and today you are alittle farther away more present now this time of day stripped of illusion and the lies of the flesh and you knew you knew somehow had always known. back back before us and those four square days back and you, … Continue reading Off Into The Mystic
A Way | Metamorphisis
“The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.” Rabindranath Tagore At the beginning, there was a butterfly. Taken from a picture of one of the many Tiger swallowtail that frequented the environs of the lake, the beach, and the summer flowers that surrounded it. Randomly flipping through the archives today, at old posts, and posts reminiscing about old posts, I feel compelled to … Continue reading A Way | Metamorphisis
What Are Dreams Made Of?
In the year 2001, in April, I lay down for an afternoon nap. This in and of itself is unusual, as I rarely have the inclination. This day was different, as I was a wee bit hung over, and my sister was coming out from Dodge to pick me up. The dream of course had this surreal quality, as my minds-eye hovered over the spot … Continue reading What Are Dreams Made Of?
Ol’ Enoch and the Angels
I’ve been but skimming the surface of Early Christianity lately, and finding all sorts of nuggets of wisdom hidden under the folds. I find these early philosophies of peace, self-discovery, and grace, rather tantalizing. Some of these groups are thought to be very ancient, and precede the first century A.D., and even are thought to come from “ancient Maji tradition descended from the most ancient … Continue reading Ol’ Enoch and the Angels
Rough Guide to the Apocrypha
Once again, I find myself consumed by documentaries into early Christianity. I’ve had this fascination with The Dead Sea Scrolls, and the Apocyrypha for years now. Every once in a while I’ll be tantalized by some new piece of the puzzle. One could say I have the tail of this biblical muse, and I suppose I must take it wherever it wants me to go. apocrypha, (from Greek apokryptein, “to … Continue reading Rough Guide to the Apocrypha
The Life and Times of Gustafus the Gargoyle
I’ve had Gustafus for probably close to 20 or more years now – he is one of my oldest Knick Knacks. Purchased back in my married days, for that old garden of mine. He has seen many a winter, and he has become worn, and pockmarked with ruts, and new ridges have formed. He has come to life though, in his fashioning of character, brought about … Continue reading The Life and Times of Gustafus the Gargoyle
Late Night Notes on the Divine
I fell asleep last night all curled up in front of my laptop, with the strains of this doc on The Gnostic and Heretical Gospels, ringing through my dreams. Fascinating program, and a rather hot (IMHO) Anglican Priest as the Narrator – Peter Owen-Jones. I had been flipping through some videos related to the discovery and preservation of the Gospel of Judas Papyri found in … Continue reading Late Night Notes on the Divine
Are You Ok? ; and 397 comes along
I sometimes find myself all caught up in this web of how strange we all act sometimes. How mean we are, and how condescending and greedy people can be. It strikes me as very surreal, how much a person can get wrapped up in “stuff”, and forget the essence of what matters. I mean, really, is your life not complete until you’ve picked up the phone … Continue reading Are You Ok? ; and 397 comes along
Things Not Dreamed Of Can Not Be
I’ve stood here, gazing out at this view, a view I had not anticipated last March. Yet this has been a place I had wanted to be a part of again. Through years in that metropolis that lay down the highway, to the wild Grey paradise of those four years on Irish Lake, I have yearned to be back. Now, here, just out this door, … Continue reading Things Not Dreamed Of Can Not Be
Daydreams Of Spring
The days are lengthening, the light is changing, tis the 18th of February and SURPRISE, more snow. Holed up here in me den, till I must venture forth to work, Irish and I have become rather bored with it all. Oh, sunny days do appear more now, yet the bitter cold has me shivering at the mere thought of going out in it. This winter has … Continue reading Daydreams Of Spring
Ultimatums and Death
I’m not one to set down some concrete statement that defines my actions. Therefore, ultimatums are not often part of my “Modus Operandi“. I recognize the futility in these ultimate statements of intent. However, there are always exceptions, as my teeter-totter mindset is abundant with dichotomy. More than once I have succumbed to the attractive ideal of the ULTIMATUM. Often, I can faintly hear the snickering of the … Continue reading Ultimatums and Death
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