When do we lose that childhood sense of wonder and magic? There is that invisible boundary between believing in fairies and leprechauns, and only seeing bills and piles of laundry. I told my son recently that I miss those days when he and his sister were little, and we would build elaborate couch cushion forts … Continue reading Where childhood
Category: Skywatch
The sun on my face
Grey, lackluster skies are thick with regret. Rain and tears both threatening, my emotions and the weather mirroring equal measure of melancholy. The energy I expend withdrawing from the emptiness of my room is Herculean. Cocooned in my isolation, I’m comforted by the predictable trivialities of what my life has become. Living in the world … Continue reading The sun on my face
No opportunity wasted
Each morning you wake is a chance to try something new, go somewhere new, be someone new. It's doesn't need to be a big change. It can be as simple as reading a book, or turning left instead of right, or opening your mind to contemplative ideas. With the dawning of that new day, don't let … Continue reading No opportunity wasted
Out of the mist
In that moment between truth and a dream, where the mist is lingering, you make a choice. Do you remain in the haze, mesmerized but not truly living, or do you step through, and transform your reality into something breathtaking?
Top of the world
Staying above the fray, out of the drama and turmoil, may be the safest place to wait out the mayhem, but it's not the most interesting vantage point.
Breaking down walls
Not all fortress walls are stone and mortar, towering barriers, impenetrable to enemies and beasts. A façade built brick by brick, and held together by fear, pain and mistrust. Some are as flimsy as the wind. A mere mirage, a trick of the eye, not protecting, but imprisoning captives behind the fortress gate. Created in … Continue reading Breaking down walls
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