collected works

This Thanksgiving was particularly enjoyable.  I had a good time visiting with friends and family, and I ate very well.  Most importantly, though, I was in the holiday spirit.  My day was filled with gratitude from beginning to end...

It's amazing the quantum leaps my life has made in the past six or so months.  Even if external aspects seem to have remained the same, my internal psycho-spiritual geography has shifted. 

This morning, rummaging through plastic bins filled with old documents, hunting for an important piece of paper, I came across my journals.  To my astonishment, I have a nearly unbroken line of writings stretching back twenty years--to my junior year in high school.  Essays, meditations, poetry, plays, short stories, even the starts of a couple of novels.

It amazes me no matter how far I have wandered, no matter how self-centered or self-destructive I have been over the years, a deep creative force continuously moves through me whether I choose to be conscious of it or not.

That force is my direct connection to a higher power.  It's time for me to pay a little more attention, honor that bond a little more mindfully. 

Great things are happening to me right now--and I mean great in the original sense of the word. 

I feel the unfolding of giant wings, the rush of wind, the wheeling of stars, and the whisper of flame in the ribs of the fire.

Life makes sense as poetry.  For that I am truly grateful.

Passion, beauty, and love, folks--24 hours at a time...