I found myself pacing tonight. I was working out in my exercise room, and I couldn't decide, the elliptical or the mini-tramp. Pretty soon I was just pacing back and forth on the cement floor. I wondered why it felt good. Just pacing. I was listening to my usual road trip music. There is this… Continue reading The Pacing Lion
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Being Me
Standing before the ancient oak, I look up in awe. I close my eyes and meditate, wanting to hear him, wanting to understand something to help me feel good inside myself. "What do you see when you see me?" he asks me as I close my eyes. The first image that comes to my mind… Continue reading Being Me
Going Home
I am staying in Kansas City for a few days, before the next thing. I made it to the Gulf of Mexico, but not yet to Florida. Something is telling me things are changing...again. My tour ended a few days ago, or so I thought. I was ready to get settled again, I was wanting… Continue reading Going Home
Galveston, Oh, Galveston
I kept hearing Glen Campbell singing in my mind. I had been driving most of the night, with the full moon shining down upon me. I pulled over to sleep a few hours near the border of New Mexico and Texas. The beautiful energy that was traveling with me in my car was speaking to… Continue reading Galveston, Oh, Galveston
The Light at the Doorbell
It was 1:30 in the morning when the doorbell rang... I sat up and wondered if it was real or in my dreams. Was there someone at the door? A voice spoke to me and tried to reassure me. Staying at someone else's house, by myself, with the coyotes howling in the desert outside Santa… Continue reading The Light at the Doorbell
My Turtle Friends
My Turtle Friend There he was. He was on the path. And he met me there. I was just walking into the woods, anxious to lose myself. It's the best thing to do for myself. Lose myself, and then find myself again. As I was heading into the woods, turtle was in the middle of… Continue reading My Turtle Friends
Ode to Squirrel
Small fluffy one who scampers in the sun I pay homage to you Your zippy ways your carefree days my friend, you're never blue You shuck your nut as you swish somewhat, your bushy little tail O king of the tree you're feral and free hunting nuts on the mountain trail You're frantic, yet wise… Continue reading Ode to Squirrel
Chief Sealth
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.1 Corinthians 13:13 It's my birthday. "What do you want to do today?" I ask myself. I am staying on Fox Island, in Washington, at a student and friends home on the waters of Puget Sound. It is a lovely… Continue reading Chief Sealth
