It is truly strange to read your own words in print. Somehow you recognize writing them but they've become something else, not entirely yours, not in ...
Aspergers from the Inside (link)
I don't think I've mentioned it on this blog before, but Aspergers (now technically Autistic Spectrum) is something I deal with on a daily basis. And ...
Toward Truth
The Half Turn of Your Face The half turn of your face toward truth is the one movement you will not make. After all, having seen ...
The Old Wild Place
The Old Wild Place, by David Whyte After the good earth where the body knows itself to be real and the mad flight where it gives itself to the ...
Focus
It has been a while coming, but spring has finally sprung in Colorado. And I am so looking forward to the photo opportunities as everything comes ...
Here in the Mountains
Recently I was in a local bookstore and rummaging around in the poetry section, hoping to get lucky. And I did--lo and behold, a copy of David ...
Unbreak
Unbreak Awake a soul who fell asleep, Tell her the rules have changed. Hold her till the wounds unbreak. Don’t worry, that stinging feeling Is ...
Remember
...
Something old, something new
"Old friends pass away... New friends appear... It is just like the days.... An old day passes... A new day arrives... The important thing is to make ...
Expectations
Expectations Last of summer’s bounty, Joyfully gathered in; Harvest moon is full. Now the fading gold Of maple leaves whispering; Harvest moon is ...