… and my heart is not at home

Some journeys start before you realize it. You just find yourself on the road to somewhere you did not know you were headed. There are times you think you are going somewhere just to find on the way that you not at all going in the direction you thought you were.  Those are the moments…

I guess I must be

A new day. People are still crazy and I am still around: all the fixings for a good novel and a never boring life. I would like to say that living in this world is like watching the blind leading the blind, but that would be an insult to blind people. Complete crazy leading the complete crazy…

The ceasing delightfulness of stale bread and canned beans

This is somewhat terrifying: I am in the mood for writing, but I have nothing I want to write about. I envy writers that can make anything into a story of some sort. I cannot do that. I have done it before, but it seems harder and harder to write about nothing and turn that…

In the darkness of my mind

I forget the words. They do not linger. They never do. All that is left is a sort of feeling of the meaning of the words and that feeling stays a lot longer than the actual words themselves, but eventually even the feeling moves into the darkness of my mind. Way inside of my mind,…

We are all idiots

For reasons yet unknown, I am still in the dark when it comes to people. It is not for the lack of trying, I have spent most of my life pondering about the human being. Even I, am a great mystery to me. I wish I knew more, but I don’t. I still am learning…