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  • September 2024

    One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things. September 1, 2024 Happy September, Son! We’re getting closer to that magical time of year when Mother Nature shows off and mankind celebrates it with various holidays.… Continue reading

    September 2024
  • Postscript

    October 13, 2024 Good morning, Son. It’s weird the way things work out sometimes. It’s like some things were just meant to be a certain way. With no planning or forethought what-so-ever, this, the six month observance of you leaving… Continue reading

    Postscript
  • In the Midst of My Journey

    In the Midst of My Journey My journey is underway now. Its trek – a long, wide path. There’s plenty of room for others to travel, but there is no turning back. I’m walking through a mountain meadow – aiming… Continue reading

    In the Midst of My Journey
  • At Journey’s End

    At Journey’s End On a ledge, I am, stuck, it seems, between eternity and my dreams. The meadow ended long ago. Perilous was the trail before the snow. Now the perilousness of a trail would, for me, be a welcomed… Continue reading

    At Journey’s End
  • Leaf In the Water

    Leaf In the Water Today is yesterday. Tomorrow is today. “Life” without living is the most boring way. This morn I awakened. This eve I will dream. My awakening is wasted, for it steals from my dream. I “live” day… Continue reading

    Leaf In the Water
  • Twenty-six Cents

    Twenty-six Cents Two bits… and a penny are in my pocket today. One-quarter penny per season is my rate of pay. If I work long and hard enough I’ll save a dollar in time, and when I finally get to… Continue reading

    Twenty-six Cents
  • Kingdom of Things

    Kingdom of Things I once travelled weary and weak and begged of you a moment to speak, but now I sit amongst my things as if upon a throne I were a king. My moment has come – it’s passed me by.… Continue reading

    Kingdom of Things
  • Time

    Time As water flows over the falls, grains drop through the glass, rock is turned to sand, and sand, in turn, to glass. So, Time, how shall we judge thee? For everything is in your favor. You control all, indeed… our lives… our… Continue reading

    Time
  • A Different Man

    They knew not my son as did I. They knew a different man. My son was closed and distant. He was far too private to know. His engaging smile was uncommon, and his quick wit was slow to show. He… Continue reading

    A Different Man