Extolling, and embodying, the virtues of creativity, and creative writing, to save the world. (Or, at least, myself.)
noun: a short period of wandering bush life engaged in by an Australian aborigine as an occasional interruption of regular work Walk, throughout the endless vistas. Walk, beyond the sun. Walk, throughout the endless vistas. Walk, the day is NOW. Walk, the day has come. Walk, the endless vistas. Walk, the day is WON. Walk, … Continue reading “Walkabout”
Describe one of your favorite moments. (Nothing.)
Uh, oh. You are all going to hate me because I was GOING to write about abortion... But I have no right to... No right to...
What notable things happened today? Nothing.
I pray. I prayed as a child. As a good, young Catholic school boy. Not as "fervently" and "piously" as my classmates evidently believed I did given my extreme quietness (maybe not "shyness," but quietness, out of fear of... Or, maybe, just out of "fear") and the fact that I shared a first name with … Continue reading On Prayer
If I was a consigliere, I would be a "war-time" consigliere because that is what I am... To my own soul.
Prayer does not need to be a "spoken" word, either externally, placed outside of us in either spoken or written form, or internally, spoken within us in our own hearts and minds. And when I write, here, of "prayer," I am intending, also, to mean meditation. Prayer need not take on "tangible" form in terms … Continue reading On Prayer and Silence
If God had a tagline, what would it be?
My breakdown didn't really happen. It is all a lie. I have been lying to you all this whole time. And my family. And the orderlies, psychiatrists, and other personnel in the hospital who strapped me to the hospital bed during my second hospitalization (with pee-cup, and all) so that I would not, once again, … Continue reading “Advanced Recovery”
Observations from the Brink 