Of all the dreams we dreams, hopes we depend on, and challenges met, we don’t reach peaks of capability, intellect, dexterity, nor physical prowess of the potential we have at birth. So do we waste our most precious of resources. Second by second do we choose against a mastery of our elements.
When we find ourselves lacking, we often find ourselves very critical. Whether we criticize our lack of self development, a failure to execute a particular task, or many tasks, or any number of perpetual procrastinations, we often try to find a way to rationalize. We come up with a myriad of reasons why we acquiescence […]
Why dance on the edge? Don’t you find it dangerous? Aren’t you concerned that you must constantly readjust your footing? Don’t you find it unnerving to see the precipitous drops below each foot placement? Does fear grip you as inch your toes along the razor thin edge? What gain could you attain from climbing out […]
Tame, time, tome. Prose, price, poem. Wreck, wrack, wrong, Pierce, prose, prong. Trill, till, toll, Pale, pill, poll. Wilt, wag, won’t, Push, pig, pelt. Vaunt, vault, vent Purse, pell, pent. Crush, cull, cents, Pay, pen ance. Gibber-jabber Pitter-patter lack of common sense. Jobs and ties, debt, compromise, death of innocence.
The precious item is purchased with money procured by our sacrifice of time. It’s a gift, because we gave of ourselves, to give it to another. We secure it with padding, and cushion it with smiles, hoping to get one back. Then we place it into a container with a squared, wrap-able […]
When we glance over our shoulders we don’t check for friendly faces. We look backwards only to make sure we are moving in the right direction Chased only look back to ensure they evaded the pursuer. Rifling through memories is the equivalent of shaking hands with ghosts. Sharing the pictures only serves to conjure that […]
I stopped my car on a road that I’d never travelled. I didn’t use the gps; I’ve no idea how I reached my stopping point. I opened the trunk, retrieved the supplies, and set off in a random direction. I stopped after a time, though I don’t count how long. Then I began to dig, […]
The type of energy that you put out into the world, is the type of energy that you will return to you. Humbly yours, J
Stop. Listen. What do you hear? Do you hear the chirping of birds? Do you hear the wind in the trees? Do you hear nothing at all? Do any of these sounds fill you with a sense of anger or stress? Do you tense up at the sound of rain falling upon the ground? Do […]
Appeal to others, with the assumption that their disposition is open, but beg not for understanding, from ones whose minds have routinely proven closed to you. Humbly yours, J