The angels don’t play here anymore. They flew away when the selfishness and shallowness rose up in clouds and blocked the last feeble tendrils of sunlight that once shone on me. Now my everydays have turned into discordant dirges defining the darkness and only demons and devils dance to the music. The angels don’t play here anymore. Musing… Read More »
Some nights I have trouble drifting into sleep. I have so much on my mind: The events of the day, swirling; troubles bubbling up, worries weighing heavily, all stirred together into a dark disturbing dissonance. Most nights, however, when the convergence of daily troubles and worries from days and weeks and months before, becomes dim and ephemeral —… Read More »
They’re actually quite beautiful really, dandelions. Their bright yellow flowers signal the greening of the world and spring. Most people consider dandelions an ugly weed, but they are quite lovely. They are symbols of rebirth and of childhood. The first flower I picked for my mom was a dandelion; I picked five or six and she put them… Read More »
I was seventeen-years-old and one of my best friends at the time told me I had an ancient soul. He told me I came from another time and another place. At the time I found it off-putting; I didn’t take it as a compliment. I tried to find a different soul and chose a lifestyle of which I’m… Read More »
It’s a beautiful and warm spring day, although by the calendar, it is still winter. The trees remain devoid of leaves,and most of the spring flowers are but nascent green shoots. The calendar tells me it’s still winter, but my heart and my spirit tell me it’s spring and so does the sunshine that seems more at ease… Read More »
The Stop Online Piracy Act There’s a problem with censorship. The problem with censorship is: it never works. Sometimes it sounds like a great idea to protect impressionable minds from one thing or another. But the problem is, once you give someone the power to decide what you can see and what you can read and what you… Read More »