All Posts By: Byron McCoy

               “I want to live a Creative Life,” he spoke.  “I want to live, share, and experience in the company—mind, spirit, and body—of others who desire to live and share the same.                I want to express.  I want to exchange.  I want to live and find and trade in mutuality of openness when there […]

               They walked together trail and trees over Ozark mountainside, and in the warm spell sun, his mind returned into a memory that played in thought again.                Willing, resisting drift and distance, he remained within the present.                “Do you ever relive memories that were never more than thought?” he asked.  “A story written, […]

               It was a unique place of commonness and culture, poverty and wealth; wealth wrought of a simple plan, by a simple man, who after gaining unfathomable paper money never left the simplicity and metaphysical truth of simple home and simple means.                As is the way of most great wealths, it was the heirs […]

               Why is it the coldest days so often bear the brightest skies?  He wondered in stare on the morning brilliance.  Golden sun in cast-reflect off snow-white world crusted in surface melt of day before smoothed and sheened to unblemished face in freeze and fall of night.                 Sun returned, snow and world mirrored double-radiant.  […]

               Out of nowhere—silence and sky—it appeared in landing by her side.                 Through windowed divide, close and near, she stared at the owl in rest.  She looked into its eyes.  Owl stared back and into hers.  In the silence, they communed as certain spirits can and do—discovered magic of a way.                What was […]

               “What you produce is not always sacred…What is sacred is the time that you spend working on the project, and what that time does to expand your imagination, and what that expanded imagination does to transform your life.                The more lightly you can pass the time, the brighter your existence becomes.”—Elizabeth Gilbert, Big […]