Sparks (or not)
Emitted from the fire, their tiny illumination endures for the briefest of moments…then, they are gone

Archive for October 2009

Keeping me humble

October 18, 2009

My wife is an animal person. She was raised on a ranch in the San Joaquin Valley of California.¬† Since the beginning of time, a farmer’s worth has been measured in numbers of cattle. Since our small, three-acre parcel won’t support the thundering herds, we have dogs – and a few miniaturized versions of horses […]

Journey

October 14, 2009

The longer I walk this earth …the less I know The closer I get to the light …more darkness I see It seems my feet are leading me astray Yet deep inside my soul I know this is the way Out of the mouths of babes and infants you have perfected praise, oh Most High […]

Dirty Jerry

October 12, 2009

It was the late 1950s – a time before political correctness and environmental consciousness. My brothers and I would often walk the 2 miles to Trowbridge’s Store. It was a treasure hunt of sorts, as we would gather discarded¬† soda and beer bottles along the way, cashing them in for candy money once we got […]

Priorities

October 10, 2009

workout at the gym…? pedicure…? tanning booth…? …or the tiny piece of shade of the locust tree…?

Questions about religion…

October 10, 2009

The God/man relationship we are most accustomed to is typified by the Tower of Babel model: man’s attempt, through much labor and perseverance, to reach God. Is this not the essence of religion? That by doing some penance, obeying some law, performing some ritual or lining up some ducks, we could obtain an audience or […]

Time

October 6, 2009

The fracture between two thoughts The canyon between what was and what shall never be The confining cage trapping me in a nest of rot and decay The incessant ticking spurring me to somehow make a difference You’re never enough You’re always too much You tease me with savory sweets Then torture me with gall […]

When we went dreamin’

October 6, 2009

…heard the bite’s on, downstream a piece in a hole,¬† ‘neath Shannon’s Bend I’ll pack a lunch an’ rig a line Can ya come along, my friend? Then, when the sun is beamin’ down an’ breezes kiss our face the world can turn our hearts can yearn …it’s so easy to pretend.