What Crosses My Mind

  • When We Dance

    We choose to release, we walk together, alone with eyes perhaps our own, we wish only to dance. ~ when I stumble it is because I want so badly to learn, yet in the throes of letting go, so often I find I can live  another way, without the restraint of not settling for that…

  • Thank You! – Three Years – 1000 posts!

    I glanced at my post count today, and found myself at 999. So I am using this, my 1000th post to thank the people of WordPress that have embraced my work for the last three years. I began my blog with what was intended to be a journal of my recovery from surgery, and from…

  • When Listening is Hearing

    There are times when I just don’t listen, she speaks, while I remain in the room, certainly one could see I am not present. ~ There are years that I try to recall, her voice, suggesting I am close, able to understand without hearing. ~ There are voices that I do recognize, her words, always…

  • Sweet Aftershock

    The blue sky remained outside immediately afterward, the crowded room changed faces immediately afterward. The reckoning, a personal march of emotion, that enigma of the true human spirit that weathers the test of chance remained immediately afterward. Without memory we cannot recall the demon or sprite, faery or ogre, attached to our limbs, our mind’s…

  • When Last We Spoke

    I asked you what you were reading, and then asked you, come and live with me, and then I received your letter, and you said good bye, I never ever tried to ask you why, yet one day I awoke and thirty years of our lives, had suddenly just gone away, with our own worlds…

  • Outside, the Rains

    With only a few drops to touch the patio blocks i can return home again, to picture window mornings watching the birds sift through the rain in natural habitat, I do recall the street became gradually river like, creating the later streams in culverts home-made sailboats would venture throughout the city neighborhoods entertaining all the children…

  • Searching in Sounds

    Recently I have come to know my muse in the sounds that trigger moments dear to my inner peace. If a certain melody can remind me of a time a life moment when chance discovery brought me to a newer place, if when inside that traveling caravan, I was then able to redefine what it…

  • Meaning What?

    When that happens, the music, lyrics take you somewhere, not even words, sounds, utterances, setups, beauty and grace and elegance all of these catch words, memory, when I was seventeen years old and I noticed her, that lasting beauty a voice so pure on a piece of vinyl, the radio, in a studio, just the…

  • I Do Wait

    Every day, every sunset, every wake in the middle of the night, the notion comes to mind, I do when walking down a lonely hallway, one that has a regular purpose, I do wish to know just how many times, I might find myself not alone, yet so many miles away, yet familiar with your…

  • Now

    It did happen, and we said hello, and shared memory. we even reminded each other why it mattered. we wanted to go back there if just for a moment, but the time was too … well we never really figured out why. Yet we are the same human beings we always were, same thoughts inside…