there is a commonly held misconception that doing the right thing feels good laughable at best………………………… goes way beyond feeling…………..for as we have come to know feelings are often not factual so if we are looking for elation or gratification from doing what is right we will often be disappointed sometimes it takes time for…

what have i learned in these years i have stumbled across this earth? that history repeats itself, things we often find offensive we end up perpetuating ourselves is it that example was so indelible in our memories that it doomed us to repeat them? it has often been proven that whatever we focus on comes…

there are always signs, but we don’t want to see them markers that point the direction we should go doesn’t matter how obvious they are if we don’t want to know you can plead ignorance if you want to, but we know it isn’t so you have chosen not to take direction, you know best…

often i feel out of place and it troubles me quite a bit no one wants to feel uneasy or out of step, but i do initially it bothers me, until i remember, it is supposed to be this way when you feel comfortable in this world, you are of this world my beliefs keep…

everyone needs a space they can call their own it may be anywhere, anyplace and it need not be private it just needs to provide the feeling of freedom and peace my space is my studio, my car, my cabin in the woods but i have found peace amongst the backdrop of thousands of people…

facts are facts and yet how differently we react depending on our own personal agenda distortion is the ability to manipulate the truth to support your beliefs but if you look deep enough you can uncover the truth despite exhaustive attempts to hide it like a splinter it wants to be removed and released you…

doesn’t take much for a little bump in the road to start the wagon weaving and you spill your load as you settle the horses and pick up the debris and old man’s saying comes hauntingly back to me: ”take your eye off the prize and forget how blessed you are and you will see…

these lines on my face have been traced by the sculptor, time these white hairs that adorned my head have been changed by the seasons of time careful what you hold fast and true time will do a number on you things you steadfastly believed will drop like falling leaves i do not abhor complaints…

a cross between the beginning and the end each day the world begins again i do my best not to give it my spin but accept it as it is everything is okay and sometimes i prefer events in one day over other days but either way i see, that what is placed before me,…

try calling him brother, when you want to fight when tempers are stirred try doing what’s right and when emotions settle down look for the light it will show you the way it’s always there that little seed of hope but often it gets covered with rhetoric and fear so concerned about appearance and what…