Category: Solitude

Thankful

Here’s my message to writers and artists, to anyone in a creative endeavor, who might be feeling discouraged… if it is really your dream, in your one and only heart of hearts, then don’t quit. It’s that easy and it is that hard, that simple and that complicated, […]

In The Lingering of November

Almost December, I wonder what it will bring with it, however much I try not to. I think about the things we think we always wanted, the ones we got, and the ones that got away, in the middle of the day, in the glaring light of dawn, […]

Can You Hear the Quiet?

I’ve been doing some serious thinking about the world lately. Can you hear the quiet? This serious thinking isn’t a new thing for me. This bout of thinking began with the drug induced suicide of a rock star. I’m referring to it as drug induced because we’ll never […]

Quotes from Joan Didion.

“We tell ourselves stories in order to live. To see enough and write it down, I tell myself, and then some day when I am only going through the motions and doing what I am supposed to do which is write, on that bankrupt morning I will simply […]

Psalm of The Beautiful Dream.

I am being quiet because there is a voice that I need to hear, it is my own. I am choosing simplicity because I can. I remind myself to claim each day with intention. I am choosing calm over chaos. I am believing for restoration. Knowing and having […]

Longing For Autumn.

Longing for Autumn Summer has arrived and I am longing for the Autumn season. Each day grows longer in itsโ€™ strange, lazy heat, making me wistful. Thinking of cooler evenings, of colors faded from the over exposure of prolonged direct light. I miss the cool shadows, the early […]

Unlimited

Unlimited You know what a woman wants? A badass son of a bitch who can make the trip and still treat her like the most precious being on the planet. A man whoโ€™s really a gentleman, even if sometimes she doesnโ€™t act like much of a lady. She […]

Teller of Stories

ย  ย  ย  ย  They want the words. You want the words. I stay up all night, many nights, and don’t much care, who knows it. Chasing things down, drinking tea, looking for songs to put me into some kind of state of mind, the soundtrack for the […]