After the fireworks fade,
and the last bottle rocket lands
I hope you will take a moment
followed by every moment
to question your Freedom.
If you’ve never sat down and read
the Declaration of Independence,
I would encourage you to do so.… —-> Continue…
Today is a tough day for me.
I’m having a hard time toning down seeing
the things about you that are amazing and magnificent
and accepting that we do not share that vision.
It’s always been a struggle.
My Life’s work… my mission… has been to somehow
put into words what I see in you;
the beauty of a Being created beyond belief; literally.… —-> Continue…
Who am I?
It’s a question that has been asked of me
in many ways recently from many different voices,
starting first as a whisper – growing into a
heart-wrenching cry that will not be silenced.
The temptation is to look back in our life and weigh
our experiences and our past – as if who we are is the
sum total of where we have been and been through;
placing our value and our worth on that which has no
power or reach into the present except what we allow.… —-> Continue…
We seek the comfortable and convenient, while we
yearn for safety in the still waters of complacency.
We hide from conflict and adversity as we search
for the easier way, never rocking the boat.
We live the lie that this… THIS… is Life.… —-> Continue…
I remember I had bought
candy bars for the other kids
in class the day they had the
school dance back in grade school.
I left the candy bars on their desks,
and tape recorded the dance while
I hid under a desk – afraid to go into
the gym where the dance was being held.… —-> Continue…
There is a question that I must ask you…
And…
I feel like it has to be just the right question
or else the answer -
the real answer
will never be found.
So, I’m going to throw a few of the many not “right” ones
out there in an effort to find just the right one 
What would you rather be doing?… —-> Continue…
I was a bit choked up that night
after I put my son to bed and we’d
kissed each other goodnight.
I almost made it to the door
when his little voice said
“I love you, Dad”
Looking back at the morning’s events,
I’d carried a heavy heart through the day.… —-> Continue…
