Oh, I have my days. Days I don’t want to smile or get out of bed, put away dishes and hardly want to make the effort of getting food for sustenance. We all do, short sighted days where our lives consist of a small box and we’re sitting in a small corner kicking our heels…… Continue reading Living in a state of gratitude
It was the early 90s. I was in my 30s and I’d go to Temple events. After I would sometimes want to help out so I’d go ask someone what I should do. They always looked a bit annoyed but sometimes made a suggestion. Even a polite one. There are layers to being helpful. Asking…… Continue reading Being Helpful
I think I underestimate how corrosive even a single source of stress can be. I know I underestimated how positive finding an activity would be. My stressors were reduced by one – my disability was approved. This was a huge relief, and I finally let out the breath I had been holding in for months.…… Continue reading Happier days
(from my posting in Quora) No, I don’t Hate is like an acid that eats away all that is beautiful in your life leaving the ashes of once verdant meadows and fresh running streams. Hate dims the smiles from your friends and loved ones. Hate turns the loveliest food to dust in your mouth and…… Continue reading Do I have Hate in my Heart?
I’m thankful to wake each morning in a safe sheltered place, far from the violence that haunts so many in this world. My abode keeps me dry and warm or cool regardless of the seasons, and provides a backdrop for me to pursue my activities. I’m thankful to have many people who love me in…… Continue reading Why I’m Thankful
Among the many changes in my life has been the number of people I love who no longer know me. Sometimes I pass through a stage of fire, a stage of grief or a stage of anger. But if I loved them I eventually stand on the shore and let their memory go and try…… Continue reading Winter’s Forgotten Love
For as long as I can remember I’ve made music. It started with clarinet in grammar school, piano in high school, guitar in college and somewhere along the line my voice became good enough to listen to. Other than clarinet I was self taught, and therefore my musical education was spotty in places but it…… Continue reading Mourning Music