Sitting on the perfect day, with wind in my face, and the late afternoon sun slowly setting, I simply breathe, I simply am. Knowing I am part of this scene, I simply am, calm, serene, wondering what awaits in my future life, across oceans and oceans. With hope enduring, I think alone of the one I love, my love, and queen, beauty, goodness, and love in her soul, she is strength, and love, such a ...
The air was charged with the promise of something, what I don't know; and also a sigh of something sorrowful,sad , perhaps the rain is merely the collective tears of the people in this tiny place. Whatever the truth was, it was bothering me right now. I dressed in my trenchcoat, it was not enough but I didn't care. After making sure I had left nothing on to start a fire, (I always worry about things like that)I locked up and headed toward the edge of the village where the tall grasses ...
I've been taking each child out of school for one day to have a special day alone with mom. Nothing else much is going on during this time of year because school is nearly over. Last week I took Chaney to a hotel that is allegedly haunted. She was rather disappointed because she thought it would be a spook house kind of haunted. She doesn't believe in real ghosts. But we had a good time window shopping and looking at art. Today Max had an adventure. We went on a train ride. ...
He was crass, funny, wise, and compassionate. And upon reflection, he was too easy. But he fueled in me a fiery passion for language and story that has yet to burn out, now 10 years since the last time that I sat in his class. I think of his class as a campfire where stories, and the shared experience of telling them, made the edges of my mundane world glitter with the possibility of magic and divinity. This entry (and the three to come) are dedicated to him. ...
Updated 05-13-2009 at 01:35 PM by The Comedian
Jaya Hari Om! Om Shanti Shanti Shanti... The peace from which flows the soul, The life-energy which flows from the Over-Soul, Jaya Hari Om! All glories to Lord Hari, who is Om, who is the source. I have written a thousand letters to myself, Filling up the pages with words and words, Writing out thoughts and notes, [I]Communication[/I], recording. I have written notes ...
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