Sometimes, it is misery that brings me here. I once a year declaration to a mirage so close...So near. With further toil. I know that is not the end result. Turmoil...being the Utopian lack of doubt. The salt that falls between the crack in the lines. No requiem for heat. No casket for pine. Only … Continue reading On the Boardwalk
Never had a rocking horse. Nor an etiquette course. No, made up, make-up, make believe...resource. Did not have the usual suspects of delicate needs or powered pink posies... Always driven by another kind of force. Sometimes all we have is to go against the winds.. Sometimes all I had were a different sort of … Continue reading Rides with Wilma
As I've grown older, not wiser, what little I've learned, the 'gambler' taught me. It is here where I would suggest, copying and pasting to either a daily note's book, a reflection book with tiny little 'ah, ha's, in the sidebar' or text a note to self. After reading the bible several times, Zen and … Continue reading All I’ve learned…I’ve learned from the Gambler
The art of walking the dog off leash is to practice a sense of contemplation... I would not normally seek!
**Warning the following post may contain material not suitable for those who do not understand the nature of the beast! 'Do you swear to tell the truth the whole truth so help you and your spiritual advisor?' Yes! 'Place your right hand on the Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance and repeat after me...' … Continue reading Cyncism: Nature or Nurture?