You made it! (I am elated) I hope you brought your appetite! Let me look at you. Oh, what a beautiful sight! Let me take your bag. Hope it's light to carry and free of worries. Have a seat, next to my orange tree, under swaying bulbs burst from flowers, fragrant. There’s a chill in …
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my inspired blog back story
I wanted so much to just disappear; I did not want to talk to anyone, but most people need their goodbyes. I have had too many of them to need any more. "What are you going to do?" she asked me, as I was rolling my last cart of personal belongings to my car. Dammit, …
from the Trail
morning tug of war a primordial mind pulling me down where it is safe, and the space is warm the seeking mind ultimately wins pulling me toward a path that pushes air through my lungs, blood into my legs, and thoughts into my waking brain …………………… How many times I’ve passed him I’ve lost track …
A Delayed Birthright
Not baptized, not protected from that which chaos and anger inflicted some of us were not granted an anointed birth right were not given sparkly crib mobiles that captured our fascination and created an illusion of a star-filled night were not lulled to dreams with sweet tunes that let in only purity and light were …
Truth Seekers
In this day-to-day automated existence, too many people skim the surface. It is safer there. Plenty of time is spent skimming, but less purpose and commitment is found there. Less knowing and truthfulness too. Shallow swimming. Shallow breathing. Shallow connections. Shallow living. But in the depths, swim the truth seekers, where things are murky, where …
Live at the Marquee (video)
Enjoy the show! https://videopress.com/v/xGPz31Mg?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true I've had many musical moments at the Tempe Marquee Theatre. Last night's show included several local bands (others not in my video). In video order: Fat Gray Cat (long time friends), The Sintrics Band (fairly new on the Phoenix scene), and Carol Pacey and the Honey Shakers (notable on the Phoenix …
Roam Free
I drank from a water fountain that quenched me as a kid. Much lower to the ground than I remember. (The fountain, not me!) circa late 70s, early 80s... Small hands released warm water gurgles that thirsty mouths slurped up. Impatient voices from the sweaty line behind shouted, “Hurry Up!” We were little squirmy gerbils …
Let’s Do Diga Diga Doo
Grow old together? This suggestion I’d rather not consider. Grow old alone; I could manage just fine. In love I’d rather grow young. Having completed decades of “to dos” – to playful mischief let’s say “I do.” Let’s put on our Sunday best for no reason at all and through the park, take a stroll, …
Passing the Playground
I passed her on the playground I was once her Someday she’ll be me She was pushing a giggling girl in a fastened seat I watched Bouncing pig tails and kicking feet I smiled at her She smiled at me I wanted to pause my walk and tell her all I’ve learned along my motherly …
His Hands
His hands sparked a fire that changed the horizon feet that once stumbled in the darkness made swift and spirited by the glow cast from red hot sparks His hands built ovens that pumped air and purified ore a lone artist on the edge of civilization he transformed blazing metal into purposeful and beautiful His …
My Inspired Life 