When the pen drops and no more dots I wonder when the second hand stops if I will be able to connect them….. if they will be sporadically displayed like flash cards or a woven tapestry suspended in space the bits, pieces and fragments of material that make up my kaleidoscope are fun to uncover…

When you’re swimming 🏊 with crocodiles 🐊 better make friends….. because at any moment they may decide to do you in….. so be selective and pray you can count on them….. but when you’re swimming with crocodiles 🐊 you better make friends ok so the word got out ….. no use to pretend…….everyone can be…

You can have your way and you can turn the page but how I have my say….. is how I live each day I cannot pretend that I’m not getting older but I refuse to be old you can take my agility……. My physical appearance…. But you have no chance of taking my mindset nor…

I know how it goes that’s okay sometimes the words seem to run away sometimes fear laced with pain lights a touch and chases them away but they come back when they sense the threat of resistance and reprisals are gone…… unfortunately at different times and fragmented……so their message is garbled and piecemeal……one is lucky…

She doesn’t always ask me where I would like to go she just sends me the accommodations depends on what she thinks I need to experience or where my humility is currently She loves to place me in situations that can go either way…. depending on my willingness to adapt and how far I’m willing…

Perhaps as little as 20 years after this event is through and I have joined the clouds…. few if any will remember my name….. but I pray 🙏🏼 they will know my Spirit. A Spirit of wonder and a Spirit of wander, a Spirit of hope and a Spirit of Possibility. A Spirit of Inquiry…

we make plans in the future and it seems barricades and landslides fall in our path – we work through them and eventually see see light at the end of the tunnel and the end is in sight….. we relax and drop our shoulders and just want to chill….. but we are moving….. seated…..lying down…..…

I’m waiting for Columbus to return to rediscover the land I call home perhaps to start anew and rebuild what we once knew A land where people walked hand and hand and when someone fell there was a hand , mattered not the color of the skin only that we cared for them…. I’m waiting…

Doesn’t matter how much service work I do….. how much money I donate to whatever cause…. Or  how much time I spend on my knees. I cannot rectify nor correct or change many of my transgressions….. past and present. The “Sacrifice” of Jesus hanging from a cross ….. completes the Atonement that I cannot accomplish.…

Do I think it’s important to be involved with family and friends…….. fundamental in acquiring a good and productive life….. but living to please others and win their approval….. is like licking postage stamps and placing them all over your body and thinking you are going somewhere… ain’t happening if you’re not happy…. That’s on…