White-cossack

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Thursday, September 14, 2006

Scrying with Stones

"Is this crystal natural?" "Yes, its Ametrine from Brazil." "And this one?" "Tourmaline from Maine." "And this one?" "Spessartite from Sri Lanka." "I like the energy of this one. I should be able to see very far with it." I lean back in my chair after she has left, Energy? Yes there is, The gentle... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Inscrutable

This ties in with "Slaves Again". I currently work in a small town 911 dispatch center and these connected works relate to an ongoing event ocurring here in the "high desert". Previously as a 911 dispatcher in Alaska for five years the issue of illegal aliens and human slavery ocurred often enough... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, September 8, 2006

Silence

There is a silence that drifts, thinner than the wind blown wood smoke, of a prairie brush fire. Thinner than memory's golden gleam, opaline sheens of rising or fading color, the silence of a closed door. There are those who seek, those who turn away, and those who wait. Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, September 6, 2006

Slaves Again

It is not talked of in the churches, Not mentioned in the media, The police are silent. Drug busts are news, Illegal Immigrants are news, Drunk Drivers are news. No one speaks for these people, no orgainization shouting for justice, because it is not an issue of color, no grounds for polarization of... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Busy busy busy

I've been away for awhile. These last few months have been very busy ones. My middle daughter got married in Virginia, I spent time in Miami and Atlanta with family. After that hectic month, I found myself back here in Idaho, back to work in the 911 office, and looking into the future. My family... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, June 9, 2006

Once upon a Storm

The wide western sky filled with thunderheads, Sailing like majestic dreadnoughts upon the stiffening breeze, Crowns of rich blue black rumbling in deep threatening murmers, Spreading across the darkening sky in serried ranks undaunted, By the ragged mountain peaks below. The ground breeze rose... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, June 3, 2006

Restless Now

I know how the lion feels, Restless in its cage, Pacing the shortened limits, Where once there were verdant plains, And the hunt. The throaty growl of exasperation, Rising from deep within, A fury turned to sound, The roar echos in the silence, Lost in the vastness. Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, June 2, 2006

Castaway

How is it that I, Who has wandered the world, upon many an ocean's foaming swell. Who stood upon canted decks of steel laughing, amid rising and plunging rolls upon The Bering and Arctic Seas, find myself here? In the distance the mountains stand, brown-black and gray crowned unmoving, I remember... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, June 1, 2006

When the Mist comes Ashore

You can feel the air cooling as evening comes on, when the sea mist gathers in cool white fingers, curling over rocks and shore, swirling white and silent about the Sitka Spruce, like a lover's hand entwining in your hair. Slipping past the black stone beaches and silent sea grass, climbing the... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, May 28, 2006

I was at the VA hospital in Boise

On Tuesday. I waited for 18 months for my appointment. One of the things many people do not understand is how understaffed the Veterans Hospitals are. That I actually got in the Boise Hospital as a transfer patient from Alaska, in just 18 months is a minor miracle in itself. The facility is... Sign in to see full entry.

About this Blog

I have a tendancy to write in different moods, as do us all I think. For me writing is like breathing and so as you look at my work you will find everything from questions to rants and quite driftings. At fifty I have already lived far longer than I ever expected and yet inside this fifty year old body resides a heart and mind still dreaming as I did at twenty and five only it has a bit sharper edge to it. Life is about growth after all is said and done. It is my hope you enjoy my work however if you don't, well we are all different and at least you took the time to look.

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