Build It And They Will Come?

March 11, 2026.Reading time 1 minute.

Forty years ago, I began my exploration into interpreting the messages of dreams. I needed one more credit to complete my University degree and the one I wanted was full, so a friend recommended a Religious Studies course offered through an affiliate college: Dreams, Visions, and God.It was life altering! I would go on to […]

Passion Asserting (haiku)

September 25, 2024.Reading time less than 1 minute.

It has never been enough for me to just survive. Is this a fault or an asset? Hard to say. All I know is that life has certainly challenged my conviction…and still, passion asserts itself. (Art my own)

Passion

July 13, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Follow your passion: pursue the things that lift you up, and trust that what you learn, whatever you do, will all add up to something worthwhile – so share it with the world. (Image my own)

How Illness Improved my Writing

October 7, 2017.Reading time 5 minutes.

It’s no mystery that stripped of all obligations and confined to a bed provides the coveted time to pursue writing skills, however; it is the actual experience of illness (in my case ME/CFS) that provides the platform for expansion. Although I have been a ‘writer’ since my early years, the past four have marked a […]

In the Game of Life, I’m a Fumbler

September 24, 2016.Reading time 3 minutes.

I think there is something wrong with my internal compass. Seriously. It’s like every time I set out to do something, I end up in a totally different direction. Is it just me? When I was twenty-one, for example, I bought a one-way ticket to England where I planned to live, work, and study Shakespearean […]

Dear Child

I know a little girl,whose hair in ringletsfalls, unkempt from lackof brushing; who standswhen she should be sitting;who laughs with defiance whenchallenged, her dark eyes gleamingwith mischief; who holds her chin uphigh and stamps her feet, arms foldedin protest when she does not get her way. I see that little girl,have watched her play,with a […]

Re-de-fine-d

Ask me how I’m doingand I’ll say “fine”, notbecause I’m actually fine,but because “fine” is the onlysocially acceptable response. If I said that I have been lyinghere, for three hours now,willing my body to move,that would elicit unsolicitedadvice and tarnish my “fine”. I’d berate myself for breakingmy promise not to moan,knowing that complainingprovokes a compulsive […]