More Mystical Musings
My self-referenced mysticism invokes amazing responses from educated people who do not understand what I mean, and they tend to file me...
HOLY SEMANTICS!
Yikes! Another holy war. Another cyber quarrel. Once again, the rabid defense of dogma does little to bring anyone closer to God and much...
LIFE LIES
I’m a kinda-sorta Nietzsche fan, and this comment resonates. He said, "Not that you lied to me, but that I no longer believe you—that is...
My Cocoon
I am cocooning, metaphorically turning inward and tucking my hands between my knees until the craziness abates. I am too listless to...
It's not you. It's me.
Those who have known me very well or very long understand that it’s not unusual for me to disappear. I don’t literally vanish, of course,...
Fatal Disillusionment
My mother died at fifty-nine — altogether too young for a woman of such talent, beauty, and generosity. Unofficial cause of death: Fatal...
The Swan Road
Mother! Hear me! My heart is heavy with sorrow I confess I find small hope in tomorrow For the sons of man wield a heavy hand Leaving...
Who Am I?
I was born a bard. Long before I could read or write I held court beneath the willow tree and amused the neighbor kids with tales of...
My Peaceful Woods from April, 2006
I miss my woods... Today, I made it to the lip of the valley and back, only once setting foot in snow. The way was soft with promise and...
I've never told anyone...
I’ve never told anyone before, so I suppose it only makes sense that I should tell the whole world in one fell swoop. I’m not ashamed of...
