Forever Home

East of a little town and down out past the hedges and burrows and scarlet-veined ivy there are two tobacco brown rivers that slit the soil and as they roll off into a backdrop of innumerable golden bushels of wheat and grain and pebbled soybeans there lies a treasured slice of triangulated land that sways rhythmically and sweet beneath the swarms of larks and teals and red breasted mergansers and they all funnel into a conflux where starlings swirl and trails amalgamate and muddy waters gurgle…

Flow

In Self-Explorations:

Flow is a dance. It’s not surrender, but a willingness to be vulnerable. When flow happens, you are reaching a prolonged moment of perfection in which you are guided by something larger than logic.

Essence

In Self- Explorations:

We try to capture meaning, purpose and value from the essence that is constantly concentrating and dissolving before us. Meaning becomes a memory. Essence goes on to recreate.

Undying Melody

In Self-Explorations:

I imagined my grandfather sitting alone with the box in his lap, cranking it up to listen to the Music Box Dancer until those last three seconds slowed to a halt. The silence lingers, the song unfinished, forcing you to contemplate if you are satisfied with its incompleteness or if you want to crank it again.

Books: A Love Story

In Self-Explorations:

I’ve encountered many books that I could not possibly part with; like strangers on the streets with gleaming eyes that reflect interesting and untold stories, a curiosity begs you to discover and explore those stories you are supposed to be a part of.