What Crosses My Mind

  • Coming Home Again

    When I was twelve, I found a copy of Thomas Wolfe’s classic, You Can’t Go Home Again, I remember being profoundly impacted by the title. Just the words alone made me wonder about home, and in my 12 year old mind I thought of my cousin Billy, who had just passed weeks earlier in a tragic…

  • If, Wonder Might Recall

    We circle our lives in a constant twirl deciding upon a sacred trust of following trails cascading in waters a fresh, puritanical veil we are always looking, wondering, in a wander if this is what is meant to be our only real.   Remember when as a child the sweet irony of morning the sun…

  • What Really Means Love Today

    Lately the news has been grim. We seem to be riding on this roller coaster of misinformation that draws our compassion in far too many directions. It really appears that on any given day we could lose sight of what is really important to us, based upon where we see our world headed. At least…

  • A Little Boy

    when I was a little boy I had no idea the man I would become; inside all of this anxiety remains that little boy screaming sometimes to not recall the day innocence gave its departure notice to his only grasp upon sweet reality   when I was a little boy I understood universal love

  • When A Child Dreams

    I would dream summers running through hemlock brush scratches naked calves the moment, lost in its mystique   When we were kids we were ushered out of the house play until you drop play until you drop   We didn’t mind being ushered out we were in our element children of summer   When I…

  • 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…

  • My First Experience With Survival

    It was the summer of 72, just beyond the previous winter, I would stay home, amongst my school friends, chums, the guys I hung with all school year.   Yet I didn’t know them, because the 12 summers before, when I began to remember, around the age of four, I’d spent elsewhere in a different…

  • Summer Daze Alone

    A familiar air, cloudless sky, Listen to the sounds of a backyard, tree trimmers, grass cutters, BBQ-ing neighbors, listen to the children with innocent screams nearby.   He would understand, their natural allegiance to the land around them being an open playground, his own did the same, decades earlier, on similar days, a cloudless sky,…

  • I Wandered Home

    I’ve come here often, when I could remember fear, often, when time seemed to stand still I would look over the horizon, picture running through fields as a child, suddenly thrown into my teens, those places I would weary my return. I wonder about people those I knew, those I wished I might never know…

  • Dive Inside

    A rare moment, when able to slide in over the edge, to risk the familiar find waiting in the depths, a quiet reality. I once stood amidst the gravel and leaves, by myself, a solo moment without regard from any nearby influence, and it was there I should have remained.