The next step is both a begining and an end, the future can unfold in front of me while the past gets lost in the mist.



Possibilites wind through the trees and drift on the air, if I'm brave enough I'll take the wisps and make them concrete.



Is it dawn's light or evening's glory that illuminates the air? Does it matter?



No. What matters is the step, if I'm brave enough to take…

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With my feet planted firmly I survey the panoramic view before me. Tall grasses bending in the wind, flashes of paths made by wildlife as the waves of verdant green surge and fall.



Wildflowers dot the vista, vibrant jewels glowing in the sun. The wild tangle of a vine winds, climbing the tree, reaching towards the sky.



I look down, the yellowgreen of roots turning to emerald about knee height, vibrant leaves that unfurl and bask.



I really need to mow my…

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I saw you counting today, over and over again the ritualized touching of each item as it was placed on the conveyer belt. Lips moving as you lightly brushed the metal of the cart and darting glance of your fingers over each of the things in front of you.



Hesitation your hand hovered as you reached for what must come next, what order must it go in, a deep breath, fingers clenching tightly no no you must count it’s important.



You watched as the cashier filled the bags, 5 in… Continue

Not in the case of emergency or in the case of my death but rather the piles of books yet to be read, precariously randomly placed throughout my house. Leaning towers of fiction that are romantic, fantastical, paranormal, mysterious, eclectic mountains with no order rhyme or reason; let mood dictate what comes to hand next.



Non- fiction that anchors and cleanses the palate, how to and why guides that stretch the brain in different directions, planting the seeds for the next question,… Continue

I often wonder how it feels to have the world revolve around you, your family held so firmly in you grasp lest they question, lest they stray. Bold proclamations of the way things ‘must’ be done, the re-writing of history and facts a veritable certainty as soon as you open your mouth.



I am still holding a long held nurtured grudge from the most memorable run in I had with you; “What do YOU know about it” in response to polite conversational grasping at straws.



Certainly at… Continue