If life were only painted with a thick sable brush using midnight black and winter white. Clearly showing us right from wrong with a broad stroke. But it isn’t. There are no clear lines just a blurry smudge of grey as we struggle to find our moral boundaries. I have come to accept …
The Spectacular Spider Web
Oh the intricate beauty of a spider web. That’s right. Have you ever taken the time to really examine this amazing creation. So delicate, a mere swipe of the hand destroys it- yet an unusual strength and tautness exist as well- until met with our disdain. Spider webs do not receive much regard …
Survivor Of The Storm
It is always cause for anxious moments as a big storm is pending. Knowing that many lives may be lost and destruction will be great causes me to be very unsettled. Playing out like a big screen movie, life and death struggles will be shown on tv and heard on the radio for …
The Price Of Empathy
I wear my emotions on my sleeve, all there for others to see- a designer label of sorts and every bit as expensive. But I am willing to pay the price. You see, my return is greater and worth the cost. I appreciate that I can freely cry tears of unabashed joy, painful …
Seeking Passion
The passions of life...for me evoked by the random sprinkling of crimson red leaves in the autumn landscape. When I gaze upon those tall timbered beauties I find my eyes searching for the fiery color like one seeking a friend through the crowd. When I come upon the bits of alluring carmine glow, …
The Time Of My Life
Every year it comes around to remind us that someone is keeping track of our time here. Marking the moments as they add up into days, weeks, months and years. Giving us something to reflect upon as we turn our heads and look over our shoulder at yesterday. And once again, I marvel at how …
The Beast
All too often, we mourn the senseless suicide of very distraught young people due to the intolerance and ignorance of the socially inept. The ones who are driven to taunt and make life hell for others in order to feel they are somehow better than those they pound down with words and violence. …
Dream A Little Dream
Isn’t sleep supposed to be restful and rejuvenate my body for the coming day? How can that be so when I find myself entrenched in WW II combat as a fighter jet pilot (on my fiftieth mission no less) or dragging my body across the ground as gunfire is all around me. Truly electrifying and …
I Miss You Mom
October 13, 1934 is my mother’s birthday. Many years ago I would have gone to the “Five and Ten” store to proudly buy her a pretty pin or some cheap perfume for this special day. Makes me wish for the innocence of yesterday when life was so carefree and I thought she would …
Forever…And Ever
So deep within me, I have always known that my children are their own persons, not owned by me but guided by lessons I have learned. Loved and accepted unconditionally, they are truly separate beings from myself and their father. Yet, it is during the tough times, when I call upon myself to …
My whispers in the wind - Charlsey Jane 