these words, these poems, these songs, these drawings they do not belong to me……..they were sent from miles away to add to my joy today………to be shared with those who care about what others see……….together we piece together a magical tapestry….. so it is with some humility that i readily confess the little gifts i…

turns out they weren’t kidding after all……there is a solution to all the things that cause me to stall………it is no illusion i have clear evidence it is true……..nothing that comes before me is as powerful as You…………..Faith

to live in that world that you know…….i would rather shoot bb’s at my toes………….ttucro one common mistake i see people make is not to burn some bridges…….if those bridges took you to places that weren’t good for you or others…………………burn them and never look back…… the distance between ”i’ll do it”……..and doing it is…

similar to watching a roaring fire is the comfort and contentment i experience watching my dogs sleep we rob ourselves of so much pleasure by assigning certain conditions to spiritual experiences……….think about how invaluable they would be if they were random, occasional……few and far between………………what is lacking is the realization there are more spiritual experiences…

the wealthiest man i know…….dumpster dives 3 days a week on a circuit he has traveled for years…………and has outfitted a second home with his eclectic finds……………he wears clothes others pass on to him and shares the ones he can’t use……he has garages full of every known building material and shares them readily…………………he doesn’t wash…

a clarafication just to let you know those are bricks you are throwing……………not marshmellows the oddest thing…….is you don’t see how your behavior is derailing the train……. nerves are freyed and patience is strained and you’re hurling bricks wondering why people complain….. i took a chance………went to the warehouse to the back where i knew…

i did not know 3 years ago that i planted a ”gypsy tree”…………that it would grow in strange ways and communicate with me…….it tells me about things i cannot see….the spirits that come and visit me……..she can dance in languid moves, point to stars and frame the moon………..whisper songs from her creaking boughs and laughs…

the pen to paper, the brush to canvas, the clay to the wheel are the least important parts…….a fragment of the process the ”art” is in how we dance through this world………and it better be like whirling with a guy or girl on your first date the evidence of the encounter is the image, the…

that word that you’ve been looking for is only part of the truth you may recognize it and it requires action from you for coming to the conclusion is a noble act to take but without the correct response………it will mean little to them and even less to you………………that word is love

i have an antidote for the poison that you spew i use to let it bother me and i began to look at you when i see the fangs come out and you start to come unglued i remind myself you have a tenuous and contentious relationship with the truth i apologize it took this…