Peace in Nature

     I have lived more lifetimes than the calendar bares, and still I believe that there is no greater elation than feeling my body when it is pushed to its fullest potential; no higher esteem than knowledge can afford me; and no more profound peace than can be found in being one with nature.

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Dodging a Bullet

Oft times, ‘dodging a bullet’ is more painful than having had the actual experience.  It is a circumstance for which the palpable pain we feel has no foundation and no closure, two essential components to the cycle of life –  a beginning and an end.  And, the result of this almost experience is that we  are rendered and  bound, for an indeterminate amount of time, to an emotional purgatory  of our own design.10391769_1216074216154_3288029_n

Let Our Hearts be with France

I write this with compassion, empathy, and in support of our brothers and sisters in France who are reeling from yesterday’s senseless attacks, and in memory of those who lost their lives there.  For those of you who feel the need to politicize this event – shame on you.  This is not about you, or your political ideologies, or your need to admonish those you feel superior to.  This is not an American issue, but rather a global issue.  This is not about the right wing or the left wing; it is about humans, about the people who died senselessly and a nation that must learn to live with the aftermath of these attacks.  This is not about your being right and your point being proven correct; instead, it is about a world that has been forever changed because of extremists, regardless of the roots or origins of those extremists.  This is a time to offer strength and hope, not a time to analyze and point fingers.  So, please, if you cannot speak from your heart, then try to remember what your emotions were on September 11, 2001 and for the many days that followed.  Allow the good people of France to grieve and mourn for what occurred, and for those and that which were lost.  Please, support them in that effort and save your critical, impertinent, and untimely comments for a more appropriate time and place…if indeed one exists.

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Samhain: The Turn of the Wheel

I am a solitary; a neo-pagan(ite), non-wiccan, tree hugging, nature-loving, reformed (but respectful) Catholic. I venerate this day for the sanctity and mysticism in which it has long been steeped. Continue reading “Samhain: The Turn of the Wheel”

My Cerebral Conversations

I used to legitimize those conversations by staging one-woman puppet shows, sans the puppets, until I no longer felt the need to make you more comfortable with my madness. I have incessant dialogues with people I have never even met. Some of them will come to a colorful life on the pages of my stories, while others were just meant to pass through, perhaps providing me a secret message for a future tale. There are several that have been banished for various reasons, but the point is not that they left, but rather that they came and I chatted with them. 

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A Bittersweet Pill

It is a bittersweet pill that we swallow when we adopt a dog.

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Noogy; NoogyButter; Noogwadamis; ButterBall; Noogalicious; BuddyBoy; ButtHead…and many, many more names, all of which he would answer to if you had a carrot for him.

The Brass Ring

She spent much of her life reaching for the proverbial, but elusive, brass ring.  Along her travels, she found many, but when placed in her hand they all would eventually lose their luster and became tarnished.

Then, one day, she looked in a most uncommon place for such a priceless item, and what she Continue reading “The Brass Ring”