It’s the thing that happens after
wisdom and strength rise you out
of fear and self-hate.


Small Quiet Poem

Are there any words of poetry better spoken then quiet, kind whispers of; “I understand.” ?

Love and Truth

The Dot Connector

I have listened to Carolyn Myss’ recordings for a number of years. And though I don’t share all of her beliefs the same as she believes them, I have always had a deep awe of her ability to connect the dots from a myriad of spiritual, religious, and, philosophical learnings and weave them into cohesive


Work Horse Draft Horse Tame Horse That’s my usual Nature of sorts. ‘Til the fences go up And the gates close in. Then I am all Heart race Track pace Run-for-the-hills Mustang Hard to handle Hot blooded Arabian Can’t take a Trapped in fate Just throw open The gates And watch me Run for the


Sincerity extends hands Willingness reaches back Forgiveness bridges gaps Peace keeps turning

Blue Plate Special

MENU . . Poetical Hillbilly Red Neck Beatnik Blue Collar Quirky Philosophical Lush Bohemian Hippy Barbell Chick *Special Changes Daily* Cooks Choice No Substitutions Never Made to Order But Guaranteed to Satisfied! I guess you could say it’s a Quit yer bitchin’ and C’mon in! Find a stool. Lay that quarter down and Take yer

Country Wisdom

Respect thy rhythm. Respect thy time. And the soul will rise and shine. That’s Cash …on the barrelhead.

Lessons From a Baby’s World

“Have you ever watched a baby learning to walk? He totters, arms stretched out to balance himself. He wobbles – and falls, perhaps bumps his nose. Then he puts the palms of his little hands flat on the floor, hikes his rear end up, looks around to see if anybody is watching him. If nobody

It’s A Kerouac Thang!

I have a great love for buildings with faded glory. Buildings that have a sort of story lurking about their empty shells. At first, it’s just an abandon mess, a hunk, an eyesore piece of trash that irritates locals, until it fades into the scenery and becomes ignored. No one notices exactly when they slip