Every day has the potential to be good. Every day, we have the potential to be productive and make a difference: to ourselves and others whom we meet. Some days, we need a little reaffirmation of this before we begin. We all matter. We all make a difference. Remember it. Live it, especially […]
All Posts By: Byron McCoy
Journal Pages / Poetry
WONDER
We will never fully know what others around us are going through. We’ll never fully know the difference we might make, even when we do not intentionally try, when crossing through another’s life. To someone down, seeking for a reason to rise, we will never know the power in an offered smile in another’s […]
Journal Pages / Poetry
KEEP FLOATING
I read a poem yesterday about someone feeling like they were drowning, losing control and being pulled under the surface of the sea. It made me think back on my own life moments when I felt like I was “losing it.” Often, more so than actual conditions, it’s the panic that does us […]
Journal Pages / Short Story
FAIRYTALES
“Why do you write so much as happiness? Do you believe words are harmless, that they won’t have consequences? People will laugh at you in time.” “I believe words shape thoughts. I believe thoughts shape worlds. I am writing the world I want to see. Why would I want to write it ugly?” […]
Journal Pages / Short Story
MAGIC MOMENT
“…no single day is the same as any other and…each morning brings its own special miracle, it’s magic moment in which ancient universes are destroyed and new stars are created.”—Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept Magic lived—the coalescing of force and destiny. Her eyes shone with specks of gold […]
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STUDY HABITS
At the Academy, I used to take everything I had to study with me to the library. There were big round tables and I would stack everything I needed to read or work through onto a pile. I would work from that pile, on the right, and when complete move it to a second-forming […]
Journal Pages
WHAT NEEDS SAID
“…There are special people in the world, good people that change lives of almost perfect strangers. People need to know that. I need to say it and believe the world will be better when we live in greater faith that such people are among us, everywhere, making worlds better each and every day simply […]
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TWELVE-YEAR OLD SELF
I miss that, the innocence of attraction when you began to notice and be drawn, not with lust but to beauty in form and soul, and the romanticism of a youthful heart in growth. I miss that innocence. I miss that magic. I held onto that ideal and wonder for a long time, […]