What Crosses My Mind

  • Something About Love

    When I think about Thanksgiving, I remember eating too much food, playing in the snow outside my cousin’s home. I remember waiting for my Granny to let us all come and sit down, but before that one of the uncles, sometimes my dad, was carving the turkey. I remember traveling to Minneapolis or Duluth or…

  • Grateful Solace

    All week the idea of this day has rolled through my mind. Thanksgiving, and what it is that gives us such value toward one day out of the calendar. Despite its origins which do give me pause and help me realize we might be thought somewhat arrogant to an indigenous nation we clearly took advantage…

  • This Sunday Morning

    We are starting to contemplate what it is we have done this year, one so very unique to our world, our lives, our state of mind. I think we all began the year in much the same way, dealing only with our personal needs and always aware of the world around us. Some of us…

  • When ‘Giving Thanks’ Struggles

    I am experiencing an internalized state of mind this Thanksgiving. I’ve been looking at this page for an hour or so trying to figure out how to begin my annual Thanksgiving message for my blog. Occasionally the message rings strong and I publish it further, but today, in my head, deep in my head, I’m…

  • In My Country

    We have this tradition in place whereby our satisfaction is the chase; is built around certain achievement – a lifestyle some acclaim entitlement. ~ When I was a young man we gathered lives, in a single room was the plan celebrating  our tribes. Well I was told the story any- way to appease my gentle…

  • Remind Me Again

    All week we let words travel through our mind when memory’s cadence might help remind us to recognize together again the bounty of peace, just how life began. Help us to recall we were not the first ‘people’ to inherit the world we thirst upon with every ounce of jealous need. Allow the truth to safely…

  • The Darker Reality

      In America, We celebrate with a feast All of our lives Are wrapped together In a few hours of dinner celebration ~ In America, Someone is crying Alone Away from the eyes they hide their pain Hungry ~ In America, We drive fine vehicles Wear designer gowns Winding black ties on our collars While…

  • This Gathering

    I am grateful To recall the memories Children running through rooms A gathering of family Hopping over the ankles Brushing shoulders Quick smiles as we flit by each Relative that stood in our way ~ I grew up believing the aroma Baking, basting, tasting Always a natural consequence Of gathering loved ones While the care…