I can close my eyes and hear and feel my grandmother as if she were sitting right next to me. When I need comfort, and cannot find it anywhere, I go to bed and feel the solace of sleeping at her house. I saw a picture of an old Great Aunt and Uncle who I hadn’t even thought about in years…and was immediately hit with them…no memory of anything…just them. I have a hard time remembering specific events, I do not remember the occasions that everyone…
…It has been a long climb… …Rocks, opinions, self doubt, the expectation of others… …All made her stumble… …She doesn’t know if she will ever make it… …whenever she gets close…a family visit occurs……
…She is tired, 47 years of this… …She looked up to him, wanted to make him proud, this brother of hers… …What a smeared picture of him she had painted all these years……
Morning…
…I know the picture is not that great, it is a bit fuzzy, but at the same time, isn’t purity in children about enjoying all things whether perfect or not? They do not care…
…Vibrant to me is breath… …If you are lucky… …It is what resides deep in your soul and exudes out of you with every exhale… …It is how you live… Vibrant…
Dear Daughter, I always thought I was destined for something big, like the next great discovery of something in the world of science and nature. I wanted to work in savanna of Africa fighting…
There are many facets of change that I am in the midst of at the moment that I could write about…but right now none of them matter. My daughter will be turning four on…
We all know the truth…that we cannot elude ourselves. Why do we move from place to place, change careers, find new relationships… all looking for whatever fulfills us or to escape what haunts us…when…
Son: Where are you going Dad? Dad: I am going to go see your mom? Son: Do you think she will know you today? Dad: I don’t know, she bit me yesterday. Son: I’ll…