Looking For The Answers

The Hippie Movement was a search for truth, a search for answers to questions, The biggest question was, Why am I here? I guess every individual has to find that answer for themselves. I know I did. Everything in it's own time. Life will reveal itself to you if you don't force your will on it. I know that all the times in my life that I attempted to force my will on the world, the world showed me it's own will. It doesn't mean that you shouldn't strive for your goals and attempt to attain your dreams. You have to stop and let the world unfold before you. For me, the realization that the world doesn't revolve around my wants and desires was enlightening. It sounds simple, but the truth is it doesn't. I have had to figure out how best I fit in and how to move forward with my personal dreams and aspirations. O.K. so you want to write! So why are you not spending more time in actually writing than talking about it. I know that life gets in the way, but embrace the fact that you are unique and your perspectives are worthy of being shared. So share your life and your dreams!

Everything But The Girl, "Driving."
Everything But The Girl, "I Don't Want To Talk About It"

The Healing Sessions

  I listen to the sound of the train whistle in the distance and my heart is full of joy. There was a time in my youth when I was an errant vagabond, when at that sound I would shiver in loneliness. I was young vibrant tall strong and empty lonely in my soul and in my heart. The world was at my command and my oyster and I was empty.
   These days, perhaps because of my age, to use a worn out analogy, my cup runneth over. I listen to the sound of the trains off in the distance pulling the cars full of coal through the yards of the Grand Junction Terminal and I find happiness. Happiness in home, my life, my writing, my place in it and my direction. It is funny how the years have changed my perception in the same sound. I quietly close the door to our massage room and look forward to the healing session about to occur.

"Lavender," Marillion

Fresh Powder Down

Couldn't help posting this Powder Shot. We had our first snowfall. Can't quite get accustomed to just seeing the leaves turn and not living in the high country. However I love the sunshine and warm weather. Think Snow in the High Country.

Since I'm felling nostalgic, a blast from the past.
"Like A Rolling stone," Bob Dylan

These Day's I just curl up with my Pie.
Just have to write more stories and live vicariously through fiction.