I am a rock Rough edged Unhewn I hide in my cave Surrounded by quiet I hear the crash Of a distant wave But I remain Silent Unmoved. I am … Continue reading The Rock and the Pebble
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On the Importance of Questioning Our Personal Narratives
I’ve been pondering the way our personal narratives and sense of identity shape our actions and our inactions. Most of us have an idea in our heads and hearts of … Continue reading On the Importance of Questioning Our Personal Narratives
TL;DR – Our Addiction to Palatable “Information” at the Expense of Being Informed
This election has been grim. Beyond grim. Depressing. Disheartening. Maddening. Shocking. Numbing. And, in some ways, enlightening. Facebook, once a place of solace and friendliness, no longer provides respite. It, somewhere along the way, became a … Continue reading TL;DR – Our Addiction to Palatable “Information” at the Expense of Being Informed
The Space Between
She dreams her dreams
Of hope and peace
A pen in her hand
A smile on her face
And in the clutter of her daily life
The mess, chaos, and all the noise,
She sits back and smiles
Thinking on all the laughter and all the joys
That all the spilled milk, juice and paint
Could never ruin, never taint,
For in every mess a memory was made.
That royal blue paint on the carpet?
That was a brilliant blue sparrow on the page,
Her daughter’s first bird,
For the first forest she painted.
The red on the walls, the tables, and dogs?
Her son’s laughter as he grabs his first marker,
Are worth a gentle chiding, nothing more,
Since that’s what washable markers are for.
So, in those moments of chaos sweet
She can dream her dreams,
Of joy and peace,
Content in her clutter
Her joyous mess
Her path, her road, her temple,
Her home called Happiness.
R.R. Wolfgang 