What Crosses My Mind

  • The Beginnings of How We Believe

    I suppose there has to be a little peace, the mind in a restful state, oh and music offers a solace, an avenue to draw the heart along a wonderful path of sweetness.   I remember as a child there was this hilltop, can’t call it a mountain, but the anyway was the reach, a…

  • How Will Society React

      In Minneapolis, a white, blonde woman, of means was gunned down by a Somali police officer. Let me say this a different way. A woman in a dark alley was recently shot dead by a cop on patrol in south Minneapolis. Or I could say, after making a call to 911, a woman in…

  • A Prayer For Meaning

      Today the battle won for the many, those lives that fill our hearts with meaning, the memories of laughter, filled the room, when so many others were left alone.   Today, we do recall our brothers and sisters, whose names we all know always forever, the lives of strong, courageous beings, went before our…

  • The Sitting Hours

    I always looked forward to the late hours, the night flying by with dialogue and absurdities, everything we could say we believed, and more importantly, we loved, We did delight in knowing we could look in each other’s eyes, well into the twilight, all of us, whoever might have chosen the time, or simply allowed…

  • On People, Love, and executive orders …

    I am thinking about my Muslim students tonight. I am thinking about my Latino, Mexican, African American, Somali, Hispanic, Russian, Asian & White students tonight. I am imagining the confusion in their minds this evening and this weekend as they realize their lives have been measured rather than given the freedoms they would like to…

  • Across The World

    We celebrate together in a charm A love in wonder spoken free With added tease in morning alarm The children horde their candy ~ Such little cause to worry of their greed Youthful ambition, the search The plastic spheres is only their need While the world arrives in church. ~ Inside the facade of precious…

  • As Time Passes

    There is the recall, an eccentric reality, the laughter in smiles, that lovely sort of memory. There is the time, when a quick glance meant a new friendship, unknown minutes earlier, the human condition acceptance. There is the possibility, when all of our quiet contemplation in a sudden turn of events, came true, further beyond…

  • In Succession

    How many times in a day must I try to overcome my mindful traces along the way those doubtful winsome ~ notions capturing my way I walk inside a foggy emotion stuck in some simple sway I want only to stop the commotion ~ If I listen to jazz on a Sunday night could it…

  • I Came Back Home …

    To catch a dream … I suppose visits are marginal, memories, reflection, hold the hope of lives lost or known – misunderstood misfortunes – seem to carry their own weight, have a bearing who we are, were then, now what we might have become, or some hope to think we have realized that fortune of…

  • Days Ago; Weeks Ahead

    Did you wonder if it was about then, that time, when we, well, while the world grew cynical around our own lives. Did you ever think we might be as necessary the cogs in the wheel, as anyone else who symbolized that same hypocrisy. Would you walk with me, just for a short while so…