She curls into a ball...bringing herself as small as she can....the blackness is searching, looking for her whereabouts. She tries to still her heart, her breathing. She tries to block out the sounds she hears...the shouting, the roaring. She closes her eyes....if she is small and quiet enough, if she thinks no more about the things she feels and sees and hears....they will not happen. Her heart is heavy and sad....she does not want to carry this load she has been given...her body aches and…

Life is a never ending circle that turns and twists like a meandering river....winding its way slowly through the landscape. Sometime the river runs smooth and calm and other times it runs over rocks and boulders...forcing things floating on its surface to change course.

It can run hard and fast or slow and calm with hidden objects beneath the surface that can catch us by surprise and unawares if we do not pay attention.

To fight against the current is to force yourself to try and…

Arizona is really a beautiful state.  Yes we have our share of problems, but in general its a wonderful place to be.  When most people think of Arizona, they think of vast expanses of deserts littered with Saguaro Cactus standing tall against the colorful sunset sky.  We think of lizards, scorpions and rattlers who roam the deserts.  Arizona is known for its spiritual places such as Sedona and the culture of the many native americans that call Arizona home.  Hollywood immortalized the place…

This life.

Hmm....I have been pondering much on what those two little words actually mean...this life. Does it mean all that I am and have been? Does it mean this incarnation? Does it mean my whole Universal family or me as an individual....? Just rambling with my thoughts which are trailing around like those little fine cobwebs that float from the trees on the lightest of breezes....

What am I here for? Why am I here? If not to help then what? Hmm.....



I am…

As I sit here and listen to some of my favourite classical music, it leads me to sit back a look at the way music leads us down differing paths. I always see a story in classical music...I just get out of my head and meander along the path the music leads me...be it skipping off over delicate dandelion heads with the fairies....water flowing over rocks and pebbles in a little stream....thunder roaring across the open moors, dark and brooding.

Music tells us a story...of love, of pain, of…

FOR THE DISPLACED

The sky is the only thing unuprooted

In this Man's world

And I know the moon is still where

       the moon should be

Obscured as it is by this fake geology

Antennae

Walking through this life

I develop antennae

I am a sane man…

'In the beginning were the waters. Matter readied itself. The sun glowed. And, a lotus slowly opened, holding the universe on its golden pericarp.' This is precisely the Indian myth of creation as also of the birth of her most majestic…

I want some of what she's smoking.

Hard boiled and Perverse !!!! THAT'S entertainment.

I shudder to imagine what this…

I am that I am

No more.... No Less

I am not infallible and neither am I impervious

I am human after all.. with emotions

that seem to be a mess.

I have endured hardships and I have celebrated triumphs

But it doesn't change who I am ... it helped shaped who I have become

Normally I'm a pretty even keeled kind of gal.  I like to think I'm caring, compassionate and understanding, but I know not even I, am perfect even with the…

The fart joke, where humor began...

 …

I'm sitting here, my thoughts running 50,000 miles per hour and in every which way and direction it can go.  My thoughts keep cycling, from one thought to another to another as if someone has a remote control and switching my thoughts like one would on a TV.  I have this itch to write something, but considering I keep cycling in my thoughts, I don't know where to begin.  When I force a pause in my mind, I draw a blank.  Yep.. I sit here staring at a piece of paper and nothing comes to mind. …

Stepping out my back door of my little 1950's house

onto the old peeling deck

It's been hung with home-made green glass lanterns

made from old florists vases I've hung with twine and sewn beads on…

Like any technology the television, ( and for this discussions purposes the PC ) is as good or as bad as those who have the technology at their disposal. And like any technology it changes how we live our lives on a day to day basis. And in television's case it definitely affects how we see this life we live and the…