Lovers of Violence

We love violence
Romance of the gunslinger
Murderous outlaws

This morning’s meditation

Circumstances speak 

As I lay within my bed

Seeing life’s beauty 

LISTENING To Music 

As youth I chose
To deeply explore music
Each word critical 

Music is critical to me. For my teenage years, I focused my study there. Well, as best as I could focus at that age. Music means so very much to me. Understanding the way lyrics, melody and harmony intersect for the good of the story carried great value. 

I seek to recapture that. Spent some time this morning enjoying it again. Until life’s demands intruded. Soon, I’ll return. These delights critical to my soul. 


A Memorial Day Haiku 

In Flanders fields
Amidst poppies and lark song
Lie our lost lessons

Focus On Gratitude

I’m grateful for these:

Joyous children around me

Love’s capacity

The joys of being surrounded by youth 


Surrounded by youth 

I delight in watching them 

Make the world better