Maybe we have all the answers. We just don’t know it. Maybe it is not that hard. The following is an excerpt I wish to remember, mull over, and perhaps write about: Leisure, the Basis of Culture: An Obscure German Philosopher’s Timely 1948 Manifesto for Reclaiming Our Human Dignity in a Culture of Workaholism “We […]continue reading Maybe
She is 27 years old. The year is 1977. The place is Gainesville, Florida, United States. In college as a “student over the traditional age”, she is asked to write a paper about her religious journey. The course is Comparative Religions with Professor Bernard McFadden, a former Catholic priest: There is a restlessness in Fawn […]continue reading Fawn Rising and Papa
I am crying out to the world to find me, feed me, cradle me, love me! I am an abandoned kitten. It is very lonely in these woods. Some really special people drive right by me at the fast food drive-through lane where I am hidden in the shrubbery. Perhaps they do not hear me, […]continue reading The Adventures of Nahnee: Lost Yet Found
We are many stories ~ while some are not so pretty, there are many for which I am grateful. I sometimes endure severe depression combined with thoughts of a weariness so severe I find I no longer have energy to live. (My friends with military training call it life termination and this makes me laugh […]continue reading What If?
If tears could wash the pain away If music could heal my heart If fire could burn a wound clean If soil could nurture one more flower Then we could hope for hope again A sacred spring could burst forth Tones of beauty would resound If new blaze would rekindle And earth could have its […]continue reading Listening to Di’s Original Piano Composition: by Donald Leslie Meldrum, PsyD
Notes travel to the weathered shore of my dreams; Reaching over the sands toward lightness of time, day, and lives unabridged Where living reminders of Spectres of childhood, safe yet courageous Stand tall as living memorials to A time long gone A people long gone A hurt still remembers Still yearns.continue reading Listening