What Crosses My Mind

  • The White Out

    In a sudden state of conclusion, a confusion, an interruption of our ultimatum, we were in a stirring rendition, of love, of fun, of childhood, when simply in the notice of our soul catcher, we were told it is time to go home.   Now in the quiet of the day, when laying back in…

  • Validation

    Is it a want, a need, a purpose, defines the living soul, the eyes of which, a world may rely upon to assist simple understanding.   The manner we posture, a walk, a glance, an utterance, measured by one, thought of as many aspects – how an introduction might manifest an outcome.   If by…

  • While Sitting Alone

    The picture window, my guide to the world around me, could be a rainy day, I watch the slick survival of a city, might now sunshine cast shadows, while domesticated bird houses offer a gallery, for my child-like eyes, to always wonder why.   Soft fabric of the green sitting chair, matched the other nearby,…

  • The ‘Not Yet’ Reality of Racism

    A dear friend once used the phrase ‘not yet’ to suggest a descriptive moment in our lives that though I will not describe that context, I will explore the phrase as it pertains to our lives in America today. As I write this commentary, I notice a massive gathering of protesters in Boston to represent…

  • Shaded Tone

    Amid a shelter sun glances my natural setting, I do imagine only the lightest of notion, the beauty of the day, the ease in time, to know our lives were meant to live this way.   When the eyes forever see the forest blend, Is it not a remarkable reality to breathe in, such beauty…

  • What Is Integrity

    I’m asking, not knowing, I’m believing, not completely understanding. I do know this, a smile, a gracious compliment, a willingness to step above the fray, I know there are opportunities likes this, to find our soul. Is that it I wonder to myself a loud. is all I’m doing part of the greater measure designed…

  • Conversations Again

    I’m sitting in my local coffee shop, listening to Bjork shout angst toward human behavior, and I have to pause, listen to the words, watch the lips move, ‘same as it ever was’ a lyric David Byrne gave us years ago, and yet, the conversations are still the same, people trying to make each other,…

  • On Waking the Soul

    We carry ourselves, a part of the said society, the local groove, where be our means, we define who we are, why we do, where it is we belong, based upon the couple next door, the family down the street, the look of the vendor, when purchasing ordinary.   We measure our lives, in respect…

  • Living With Anxiety

    How many are out there, when the sky turns gray, where does the heart remain, the fear in our mind, in the quiet of an angry world, how do we all come to terms with that reality, the personality of peace.   We all seek that solace, no matter the denial, beyond the circumstance suggests…

  • Isolated Storm Clouds

    See them and imagine the future, an ominous purple haze of opportunity, for it is the chaos of our lives, allows change to overcome the static.   Seek a society of forgiveness, the travels of pain sometime hidden, yet the exposure to the elements often a truly ominous test resilient.   When washed ashore in…