Ah November!

Now that Halloween has come and gone, we enter the solemn month of November. November first is also the Day of The Dead. As a friend just reminded me "November is the month of - astrologically speaking - sex, death and regeneration". It is the late Harvest and a time of celebration and remembrance.

In two weeks it will be the third anniversary of the passing of my long time companion, my partner in life for twenty eight years, and my soul mate for eternity. I can't believe that it has been that long. But you know what else I can't believe? I can't believe that I have been able to go on with my life and actually find happiness with another again. It is not that I will ever forget my years with Jack, they now sweep over me in waves of joy and happiness. Nor will I ever lose sense of his gentle presence around me. At the same time however I have a new energy in my life that only adds notes to my song. Chadwick is the regeneration of my journey. He is the reanimation of a life once stalled.

As the November snows begin and the winter fires are lit, there will be a new spark that illuminates the darkness and makes it a warm and cozy place to live again. Let the joyous celebrations begin and let the fires be lit so that we may all come together in love and peace.

A Day Such As This

It is on days such as this that I understand what life is meant to be. Late October Indian Summer and the trees ablaze with golden sunlight. The world seems to be lazily basking in a moment of mesmerizingly magnificence and for the moment all is well in the universe. There will of course be other days of that dazzle, but for now this one is most profound.


I wish that I could gather all my feeling of joy into one place and lock them away so that I might visit them when needed. But to do so would diminish them because they would be expected. Rather to see every day in it's own glory for every day does indeed have it's moment of joy. We just have to be aware to look for them.

So I will cherish this day and hold it dear, as if it where a once in a lifetime occurrence because it is unique indeed on to itself and I am part of it.

A Summers Morning

On a sun burned morning in July I catch myself staring out at my lush, sequestered deck. The plantings and ivy covering the lattice and railings make it a secret garden with the Ash and Cherry Trees forming a perfect arch from which to view the world around me as if looking out from my castle window.

At 7am in the morning it is a perfect spot to sit and reflect on life both now and past. On other summer days I can remember being rather more rushed with little or no time to enjoy this splendid place. But now it seems that time is more precious and reflections more deep.

The air is thick with morning dew and the gentle morning breeze is a welcomed relief. The silence is broken by the song of a robin, one of a pair that have lived with me for some time now making the grounds their home. Then the distant sound of footsteps and the roar of milk truck delivering goods to the grocery store tell me that it is time to awake and join the world once more. That is until tomorrow when the secret garden returns and I can bask in my remembrances again.

Sunday Morning

It is 6:30am on a Sunday morning in June. The sun has touched the tops of my Ash tree and the world is quiet around me like a leafy, lazy comforter gently coaxing me to stay in bed and ponder the day.

I stretch out my arms and legs and find only cool empty space and the world is mine for the moment. Little snippets of life such as these are wonderful in their purity and for the moment I feel as though I am floating above the earth and time in a cocoon of cotton candy.

In another moment a Robin appears and breaks the silence with his call. A soft breeze blows and the leaves begin to rustle and my body tells me it is time to re- enter the real world and begin another day.

At once several more birds appear, a man walks by below with his dog and my tranquility has been shattered. The city is encroaching again and my steeple of solitude has been breached.

But it is Sunday morning after all - a day of rest and reflection. I think that I might just roll over and slip under the covers for while longer. The day will wait for me I'm sure ...

Earth Wind & Fire

I had a catharsis today, in the middle of the day, in the middle of my life ...

I said to myself "what is so difficult about living a calm, serene and productive life"?

The answer came to me in a moment - it is everyone else around you that makes life such an effort. Not to say that we need to be hermits or celibate entities, but the mere fact that we must communicate  every day with so many people that don't necessarily fit into our idea of what and where we want to be, can be a most definite determent.

The answer was so very obvious that it took me aback. Could it be that all we really need to do to live life and prosper is to be ourselves? I have said this many times before in many different ways, but isn't it we who hold the secret to our own happiness, and wouldn't it be a terrible shame if we spent our time here in a state of complacency and regret?

So here it comes (you knew it would) ... Live life in the moment and don't waste your time on those that don't add luster to your existence. Time and life are very precious quantities and they are not likely to pass by again - at least not for a very, very long time!

I heard a sound the other day, it came quite clearly from away. What is the answer that you desire? Is it merely wind and fire? Or could it be earth and desire ...

A Life in Transit

What are dreams but a collection of snapshots of the days events or an album of a life well spent in transit from dawn to eternity, a place of sacred truths and trusts in unity.

Many times I have entered into this silence of sleep as a new born soul needing rest not joining in on the journey's quest. But now and again my conscious takes over and the roller coaster of my mind takes flight into the long and sometimes starless night.

At once there are sparks and electric lights that bath my soul with a luminous light transforming random thoughts into a play of sorts - a sorting out of sorts.

I wonder where reality begins when thoughts are hatched and life begins. A place to which we go to rest or is it just a nightly nest that gives us new birth everyday a fresh new morn in which to play.

Behold at once the unicorn that runs with truth, a single horn - a solace swift, a wonder born of needs to be our own true morn.

Come then now and take me sleep, fashion me my own true deep and endless love of life and time that gives me all I ask in rhyme ...

A Moment of Bliss

As this seemingly endless spring turns into what promises to be a summer of sunlit wonders, I sit and think how of very happy I am and wonder how I came to this place in such short time - to wake up in the morning and find myself in a "state of bliss".

Time however is the operative word here. Life and love, experiences and memories are all subject to time in one way or another. Without it there would be no accounting - just a series of numbers one following the next, a random collection of molecules in search of a meaning.

When I think of my life and review the past present I am in constant awe of the creature that I have become. Not because I am any different than most, but because I can remember it all and make use of the knowledge that I have collected so meticulously on the journey.

To have knowledge of self is perhaps one of the single most important accomplishments in attaining bliss - bliss being defined as a state of extreme happiness, a feeling of walking on air. You can and should be blissful everyday about something if only for a few moments. There should always be something that brings us to this beautiful moment; the song of a Robin, the sound of the wind.

Of course there are times when I find myself in other states, moments of emotional turmoil or times of duress. But if I can take that moment to reflect and regroup then that very distraction in in turn can become part of my strength and help to pull me up even higher.

I know that this may sound impossible to some and even perhaps pompous to others, but the truth is that nothing is impossible if we set our minds to it. All the powers of the universe are at our finger tips and they are ready when we are to welcome us to the power that is in us.

So reach out your hand today, plunge it into the pool of energy that surrounds you and create your moment - your very own moment of bliss!