Browsing Category: Journal Pages

                I shared a story with a friend.  Growing up, we were best friends, but we are all changed in time and life-experience.  We find purpose, or fall into fold with directioned masses, and as we proceed in life—molded, shaped, and directed in experience—people, places, spirits intimate in past become strangers when revisited in the […]

        Do we owe others explanation for our words?  Should we be ready and willing to say more than what stories state and express?         Should we, or have right to, tell when another serves as catalyst or inspiration to a thought; or is such intrusion and offense?  Without invitation, are we wrong […]

                I wrote two letters this morning.  Before beginning, I reflected on how little I’ve invested into friendships and people that hold meaning in my life.  In distractions of the immanent, the more important fell away—never pressing, always there but forgotten in the background—until purposeful consideration returns such back to front and sight.                 This […]

                I’ve returned to an old practice: writing letters.  There were times and years in my life when I lived distant and apart from many that I loved.  I never said much over a phone, and the emotions, thoughts, and affinities I held within never seemed to speak—unless I wrote them down.  Back then, I […]

                We will hurt people.  We will help others.  Which we’ve done, and to whom, we will never fully know.  This is piece and ownership to living among world of competing hearts.  What one wants, so too does another—whether time, object, or something else.                 When my time in this world is done, I pray […]