Posts Tagged "home"


I don’t know why such a simple thing like feeding the birds should make me feel so out-of-step with the rest of the world. It’s something I often feel. But bird feeding? It’s that our world has become obsessed with being special, I think. Special houses. Special cars. Special jobs. Special children. Nothing ordinary is tolerated any more.  Everyone has a specialty.  Or is supposed to. Everyone excels. It’s no...

Read More

It has been many years that I have lived here. I came to live here in a most round-about way, and in spite of desperately wanting to leave for most of those years, here is where I have lived. Children have grown up.  Left.  Come back.  Left again. Usually leaving a cat or two.  Once even three. I live on the ground floor.  Except for the laundry room, the entire floor is mine alone. I read here. I eat here. I sleep here. I write here....

Read More

Peace Begins In The Home And The Heart Peace is not something you fight for with bombs and missiles that kill, Nor can it be won in a battle of words man fashions by scheming and skill. For men who are greedy and warlike, whose avarice for power cannot cease, Can never contribute in helping to bring this world nearer to peace. For in seeking peace for all people, there is only one place to begin And that is within each home and heart,...

Read More

Arena For me, home is associated with a person that you want to be with. The idea of home. The reality of home is something else completely different. Different from the idea. Different from the ideal. The reality of home is like being on a roller-coaster out-of-control at Niagara Falls in a hurricane. It is an emotional challenge,  a continual confront to my sense of balance. The assault is something I hunker down against. But the...

Read More

(Warning: you may not want to read this.) I have lived most of my life with a waste container just outside my active imagination.  It is a container for the toxic waste of my life. Recently, due to circumstances beyond my control, otherwise known as God, the container has moved inside the realm of my thoughts, and has taken up a sizable portion of the room that once was dedicated to contemplating the flittering of cardinals or the...

Read More

Pin It on Pinterest