Stories

I built a sandcastle today. In My Mind. Have you ever done that? Done things in your mind. Pretending them to be real? It’s a rather lazy way to live, actually. It takes the Doing out of Living and replaces it with Imagination and Shadows that have no real Movement – and no real Pain.…

I think there is a tiny part of me who has always believed in the Easter Bunny…..and Santa Clause……and, well maybe, even the Tooth Fairy. But not really. I mean – not really the tooth fairy. I can’t speak for the other two : ) I often refer to myself as Pollyanna with sprinkles of…

“The first great moment that I remember was when I was three years old– a storm – I tore my clothes and ran out in it – and I have been doing that in storms ever since”….Kahlil Gibran Reuniting to Norah, Lost in Gibran, and cuddled up next to the fire……I sit. Loving this quote…

I am changed…. Sitting outside of an Irish Pub in the southerness of Franklin, TN, I pretend I am back in Boulder. Imagining the bricked-laden streets of The Pearl, seeing the Flatirons hovering over me in their protection – and I long. Taking a day away from the “fundraiser frantic” to peer far into the…

This morning I awoke with the sounds. Who am I kidding? I went to bed with the sounds : ) Drums are as common place at night as are stars in the sky. It’s a given….and I am growing to love it. A portion of what my eyes take in can somewhat be captured behind…

I witness heartache regularly. We all do. Hearing stories in the office of reality from the lips of the broken who are searching to be put back together. Recently returning from countries of war, rampage, and brutality. Whether here or there – pain still breaks the heart. I sit back and I watch us sometimes:…