Outside of family and friends do any of us really pay attention to the wishes or needs of another? In this increasingly ego driven greedy little rat race the basics of please and thank you have become passé. Accommodation is the welcome mat stomped on by decades of abuse. What is that old saying, give them an inch and they take a mile. So now we give nothing. Corporations accommodate their shareholders and customer service is the automated system. Yeah the inn can’t accommodate another body and the barn is full too. Best try your luck further down the road.
I am stepping out of the darkness, from the tomb that has enshrined me for far too long. The cocoon I made to keep me safely tucked away is old and worn. Not needed. I emerge… A butterfly, yet to test her wings. Embracing the light. Transforming on the winds of the Earth and transcending to the Heavens above, one of the Universe’s creatures, loved and protected. The shell of my former self, the lowly caterpillar has played its part, kept me safe and warm during my long sleep. Awake and free from earthly bounds I shed the excess, leaving it behind to mark my journey. Imprisoned by shackles for a crime I did not commit, I am free again to explore… A prisoner to Continue Reading →
There are words that save your life: stop, duck, run. Short words easily understood. Their action implied. We generally have no problem with these. It is the words ignored, whose sentiments are often times repeated in music listened to, movies watched and books read. They glare accusingly as if from universal billboard signs trying to get our attention. We cannot escape them as they pour from the mouths of friends, loved ones, teachers, and adversaries. Messages we choose to embrace or ignore. In them we may find a road map, inspiration or a reminder. These words can save your life.
Reflection is a lost art, thought Virgil. He took a deep breath from the plastic tubing forcing air into his nose. His dry, cracked lips refused to smile, but inside his heart glowed with the warmth of memory. It was the one organ which never failed him as he remembered May. Kimberly entered the room quietly. Her brother, Paul, would be coming later. “Dad?” Her hand found his; she brushed it. The idea of holding a hand that had recently been so strong and was now frail tarnished the last of her strength. “You awake?” Virgil opened his eye and forced his mouth into a lopsided grin. “Ain’t dead yet.” He knew he shouldn’t tease, but twisted humor was all he had left. “Paul came by.” “I know, Dad, he’ll Continue Reading →