A Note on the Seasonal Nature of Life

We all have different 'seasons' or periods in our lives where we can't understand the purpose of our current circumstances within the grand scheme of things. Sometimes we can only see the purpose or potential after the chapter has ended and the seasons have changed. Sometimes the purpose never becomes evident until we have accomplished… Continue reading A Note on the Seasonal Nature of Life


An Eyelash’s Journey to Valhalla

As the first alarm went off at 5:25 am, she rolled over with barely open eyes to turn it off. The second at 5:30 am was met with slightly wider cracked eyes and groggy face as she stretched over to the night stand to turn off the barking alarm. The final alarm was at 6:00… Continue reading An Eyelash’s Journey to Valhalla

On the Topic of Writing. A Jumble of Thoughts.

I think I should write. What should I write about? Should I conjure up a scene dripping with imagery or a simple story-line which ebbs and flows with an easy tone? Should I detail the happenings of my early morning commute with the bus driver and the construction? What about writing down my thoughts on… Continue reading On the Topic of Writing. A Jumble of Thoughts.

The tractor outside my window

I want to drive the truck. I want to command the machine. I have a fascination with hard labor for some reason. My brain has reasoned that my years of intellectual advancement have left me wanting for physical development. Most days I agree. He drives the tractor with such eloquence and efficiency. It can't be… Continue reading The tractor outside my window


Trapped Trapped within the confines of my own cerebral These fore walls those membranes Stuck World rotating, me plucked left standing still Life in limbo How low will it all go Arms elbows finger tips reach for dreams Further drift day by day tear by tear Heart full, ache  brain shrinks from no challenge Hit… Continue reading Trapped

Grandmother’s hands 

Cradling and cradle rocker  Hands work toil fight for survival Love vibrates settles emanates from each vein and cell Large veins  Tanned skin brown from lifetime of sun no screen  Joints bent crooked facing God  Strong to wield and lift and carry Soft to touch and love and caress  Old wise ever present ever ready… Continue reading Grandmother’s hands