Posted in Musings, Poetry, Soul Journal

As if!! (wanderlust)

I don’t need all the anger from either side… so i go my own way. As I dally along, I feel their hot air suffocate my pores. Melt my peace.

My mind is more twisted than my intestines these days. So I find a cool place in the shade and breathe out the bullshit and allow truth to fill my lungs.

As I look out my prayer room window… my eyes dance. My soul feels creation’s beats. It is as if I am finally home. This being a Second Act. And I thought i was done with the world.

The Final Curtain will have to wait. Wait a bit longer. The Spirit guides me deeper. What secrets will I discover? And who will believe me? Who?


i fear
this loss
love once held
my hand
tight grip
loose fit
hate has bound
this land

Posted in Musings, Photography, quotes

Japanese Garden

with fear and trembling
destiny’s road perishes
with courage
the horizon comes to light

Work out your own salvation. Do not depend on others.

Adler’s psychological theory upholds the individual as the sole creator of oneself. This sentiment goes against every spiritual thought of mine. Our salvation cannot solely be fought alone. I agree wholeheartedly with Jung and the collective unconscious. We uphold each other, in conscious ego and dark of shadow. Yet, there is room outside the lines. The box that holds only so much air, must be pried open if we are to remain healthy. Sometimes that means we go it alone.

Museum of Fine Arts, Boston, May 2016

Have faith as a mustard seed: never give into obstacles, push the rocks aside, persevere in all adversity and let your light shine.

Matthew 17:20, Matthew 5:16

*originally written and posted 1/15/2017

Posted in Photography, Poetry, quotes


Atlantic Ocean May 2010

The charming blue dots
sprinkling the craggy shores of Maine,
adventure atop the rolling ocean waves.
Peer down,
notice the five-star fingers
of peaceful dreams unknown.
Synchronicity fathoms space and time.

Coincidences are spiritual puns.  –G.K. Chesterton (1874 – 1936)

*originally written and appeared 1/7/2017

Posted in Art, Musings, Poetry, quotes

Paths (meaning)

In fear and trembling, destiny’s road perishes.
With courage, horizons come to light.

As we search to find meaning in life, we look high, explore the farthest destination, the brightest North Star. When we can love ourselves, without apology, we gain strength to give away what we find.

And she danced upon the head of a needle
and threaded her heart with mine.

What is necessary to change a person is to change his awareness of himself.

A musician must make music, an artist must paint, a poet must write, if he is to be ultimately at peace with himself.

–Abraham Maslow

Posted in Musings

To Where?


Have I disappointed my parents who took me to church on Sundays? Is it possible for spiritual devastation, if they reside in heaven, hear my questions and read my thoughts, God’s mighty hand striking my soul dead? Will I ever see them again?

My parents were not truly believers in the sense of commitment other than finding a  pew to sit and listen. My dad’s eyes tilted downward, us kids squirming in our Sunday best, mom’s face, well I bet you can guess. Sitting there, trying to behave, I swear my tights had ants crawling around inside, looking for their home. Had I stepped on their nest, they hitching a ride to some where?

Reading the Bible, a verse clearly stands out regarding the mighty ant, much like an Aesop fable, informing the reader clearly to be diligent and proud as an ant.  Be busy as the ants, we are called, marching orders from a voice, unclear from which direction. Perhaps it is my own voice pushing me on. To where I wonder. To where?


Viktor Frankl introduced a psychological spirit, a dimension beyond the physical body and mind. This innovative idea superseded Freud’s and Adler’s concept of physical desires and individual barriers. Frankl implemented Logotherapy as therapeutic, to bring meaning in life’s suffering and hopelessness. We can all agree suffering is a daily occurrence.  Some one, some where is looking for answers. Frankl wanted to provide hope, in a super transcendence, mindful way. Super Meaning for all regardless of religious belief.

Viktor Frankl never publically acknowledged his (dis)belief in God to keep his theories free from chastising agnostics and atheists. I believe that was a good choice. How can you heal and not harm by dismissing a fellow human in need, especially if they do not believe in a higher power? Regardless, Frankl believed all people had a spirit, whether unconsciously or consciously aware of that presence. Souls are unseen, after all.

Right before my parents passed away they confessed a belief God existed. Was this a proclamation of just in case! A what if? You and I may never agree on a where but I believe humanity is capable of the why,  of understanding our brothers and sisters. Why not?


Posted in Memoir, Musings, Photography, Poetry


Wondering what life was before Amazon and Apple because now it feels I can only feel bliss with free shipping, 24 hour shopping and continual connection with friend and stranger. I like convenience: Washing machines and television, indoor lavatories and central air. My father tells me he walked to school, 2 miles one way, with no supervision and snow piled 10 feet high. Sounds fun! Who is complaining now?

In the distant future, Santa Fe, August 2016

i see the clouded shadow
emerge upon the greening cliff
once blanketed by milky life
now shrouded in obsidian tomorrow.

Posted in Opinion, Poetry, quotes

How can we know?

with fear and trembling
destiny’s road perishes
with courage
the horizon comes to light

A problem exists in the edgy faction modern science and religion wage. The two disagree, most vehemently. Doubt about spiritual meaning exists in a scientific quest for knowledge and blind obedience to religion is dangerous. Warrior thinkers remain vigilant to answer why we battle against ourselves. There is no doubt gravity and the atomic bomb exist while a lack of spirit becomes a soulless fight against life.

I fear the poetic brain becomes a fossil, crushed bone without flesh. Science will never be buried and new discoveries ever weeding out the story of life. If we travel too far, we risk losing what it means to be human.

It’s not easy being
yellow, purple, orange
colored dreams,
man’s meaning
greater than what it seems.

Praying for the peace of Jerusalem, the world’s relationships, the plight of war’s casualties. Humans are still human after all. J💛

Posted in Poetry, quotes, Soul Journal, travel

Taste of Tibet

Church is poetry. Poetry is life. A life well lived.

in the midst of passing through,
we miss the details.
the lines
we color between
enlarge as we learn to see.

Since my son attends Indiana University, we visit Bloomington often and sample varied ethnic restaurants, while he appreciates a free meal. Our latest excursion was a visit to a small Tibetan restaurant on 4th Street, on the campus downtown.

415 E Fourth Street, Bloomington IN

Whether one believes in a religion or not, and whether one believes in rebirth or not, there isn’t anyone who doesn’t appreciate kindness and compassion. –Dalai Lama

A little bit  about the Lung ta prayer flags seen above.  The flags are hung on a string to bring harmony among the elements: blue representing sky, white representing wind, red representing fire, green representing water, and yellow representing earth.

Now onto the food. Our meal started with Tibetan Dumplings.

Mo Mo: seasoned ground beef with yellow onion.
Shogo: mashed potato with green and yellow onion

For our main dish we sampled Kham Amdo Thugpa and Temo Sha Tsel.

Kham Amdo Thugpa: a hearty stew made with handmade tibetan noodles, daikon radish, onion, tomato, green onions, cilantro.

Temo Sha Tsel: stir-fried vegetables in a garlic sauce. served with jasmine rice or temo.

We will return. The food was excellent and perhaps when the weather warms, dine outside.

This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosophy is kindness.
–Dalai Lama

For none of us lives to himself alone, and none of us dies to himself alone.
–Romans 14:7

I know we learn from each other. Whether one believes in a Redeemer, should that Savior be ourselves or another God, a question we ask as we encounter the mystery of life, stems from our earliest innocence. As a child did we not wonder, “how can I see?” or “where does my breath come from?” Or look within ourselves and see galaxies beyond our imaginations?

J  (This is the 2nd to last Sunday of 2016. Speechless 😶!)