What Crosses My Mind

  • Good Morning

    It’s how my day begins. I’m in my chair with a coffee and scanning the news, while my dog lays nearby with a toy. I have a couple of choices to make. I keep watching the news, or I choose to put on some music. I’ll begin with some Moody Blues to perhaps find inspiration.…

  • Things We Bring Up

    It’s all a part of us, how we navigate through our lives, some would say, too much information, and yet it is how we breathe, rest our shoulders, pause our eyes. The world we live in, how we, ourselves find room some path, to identify our soul, know our heart, at least we wish we…

  • On Being Present

    Oh, to discard the past, the volumes and layers of discrediting haste will weigh heavy the favors. Years in solitude the mind is porous yearning for attitude a venture laborious. The tasks of happiness ought be adventurous. © Thom Amundsen 10/2021

  • A Dwelling Time

    If wait, a silent venture no one else would matter this state of mind. Walk slow in the forest feel the pristine nature of natural life, ours to feel fascination. How will a human being fit into this scheme wanting peace of mind. WE take ourselves inside deep caverns while offering opinion when lost inside.…

  • Fighting Present

    The past wants a piece of flesh, always waiting wondering when to jump on a moment with fresh ideas, exploiting our lives again. ~ Seems where we go always here back to a familiar surrounding when and if we understand fear began in our heart this morning. ~ I walked while outside the weep covered…

  • This Was That Place

    Where I began, a small boy sad eyes would venture forward inside cloud grey skies This was the way I began while all around me lives gave credence toward some manner by which to understand. This was when I began to wonder about where everyone else had gone, why the constant search, what could possibly…

  • Back Story

    A trail leads to the crest of the hill A slow walk Notice rocks shift with each step Thinking about that moment Wondering while winding along Aimless with purpose in solace ~ I remember a story However it only gains strength When retold in detail Moments to help recognition And then before, again, one time,…