Journey
To go where light and dark do not exist… a place where pain and fear have no domain, as one with all there is… to journey there and be within the love that… Continue reading
To go where light and dark do not exist… a place where pain and fear have no domain, as one with all there is… to journey there and be within the love that… Continue reading
Do you want to know how weird my dreams can get? God is cooking scrambled eggs on a gas stove. A small speck of egg flies out of the pan, shooting through the… Continue reading
Writer’s Block: You can’t run through the mind’s fertile flower field if you’re living in an emotional desert. Well…duh! And therein, my friends, resides the problem. 🙂 <_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_<_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_> My hands on the keyboard,… Continue reading
Doesn’t it just BITE when you dream about cookies in the shape of countries and none of them are right? There I was, looking at the USA on a cookie sheet and only… Continue reading
All right. I have the lights off and I’m trying to think things through again. Don’t hurt yourself trying to think. That was cruel. No. Really (as you would say). Remember when you… Continue reading
If you read my last blog posts (“I never hug the Ominous” or “If Alien Horses could Talk”), It’s apparent that my Dreamworld is, for lack of a better word, fubarred. Trying… Continue reading
This isn’t my usual ranting. Most of the time, there’s an edge of humor to my tirade. But how do you find humor in a nightmare this bad? I can’t remember the details,… Continue reading
I’m feeling very lazy this morning, so I’m re-blogging a post I published on the same day last year. It has a little bit of everything: Dreams, dyslexic thinking, humor and rant. Enjoy.… Continue reading
The End Of The Year… A day for reflection on all that has happened in my life through the past twelve months and whether the year has brought me closer to wherever it… Continue reading
Nostalgia dreams suffocating, I awake remembering their sacrifice to prove Vimana fly, terraforming Earth before they died. . The past remembers suffering the price of rediscovery, weeping as her future children strive to… Continue reading