unpublished love

unpublished love comes to me like a cloudy vision that sounds like distant church bells* that wake me from sleep unpublished love is why i toss and turn because it whispers my name and then vanishes unpublished love lights the night sky with the brightest stars to remind us unpublished love waits for me at…

Forgiveness: A Personal How-To

(San Marcos River at Scull Crossing)   God grant me the serenity To accept the things I cannot change The courage to change the things I can And the wisdom to know the difference When it was the hardest to forgive others or myself, when it was the hardest to see my hand in every…

Validation Comes From Within

Validation comes from within. That is a recurring theme as I have had many external reminders. I’ve been living in a beautiful paradox. There are no referees in Paradox. There are only signs – contradictory of course. These signs remind you that at every turn you MUST live in the present moment. Dream in the…

Baseball’s Not Just a Game. It’s a Wildcard.

It’s not just a baseball game. It’s a wildcard, and sometimes I love wildcards. But today I definitely don’t. Wildcard games mean you can’t make many mistakes if you want to win. All the baseball players that I have loved did not play wildcard games. Baseball is a pillar of my family. And the Yankees…

LESSONS ONLY A MOTHER CAN TEACH

Tangible gifts are not what constitutes true giving. True giving is something that can only be gleaned from an expert.  Only experts of true giving understand intent.  Research says that to be an expert you have to work for ten years or ten thousand hours in the area you desire to know intimately. My teacher…