When Megan entered the limo that was waiting for her at the San Francisco airport, she gasped. The unexpected passenger sent her a guilty grin.
“Joseph! What are you doing here?” (see The Unknowable, Revealed?).
“Namaste,” Megan’s assistant replied. “I figured you weren’t the only one who needed a quiet and reflective week.” Continue reading
No one ever told me that hands become gnarly after too much time in the sun.
My hands are as gnarly as the bark on an old oak tree.
But, at least they’re sun-kissed – the color of a beige antique car.
My hands soar when a story strives to alight from my funny, surprising brain, a brain that is awash with jangled memories and silly jokes, serious worries and spurts of light-filled love. Continue reading
I stare.
I sigh.
I pick up my glass of iced tea and swallow.
Twice.
My hips twist as I sit in the chair, the one in front of the computer.
The computer where I’m typing the new chapter.
The new chapter where my character Gregory gets caught in a web of… Continue reading
Life is mystical – if we allow it to be.
Close your eyes and take away what you see, or what you think you see.
Allow the mist to cover the noise and the squalor of untruths.
Untruth – we have control over nature or people or our fate.
Fate – is that not an issue of the supernatural, of what is meant to be?
What are YOU meant to be?
Close your eyes and let go.
Let the mystic in you see the unseen.
No clarity, no right or left
No wrong or bad
No mine or yours
Just
Be
Then the light shines through
the mist.
And you see
what is.
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