What’s it like? Like nothing else.
I’m liquid, and by the way I am we, not me.
Not gotten use to it yet.
It’s kinda like I’m my own blood stream
–or, I mean we are. Life is everywhere,
and alive. We were like bumps, sticking
out of the stew. Now we are
interchangeable, if that makes any sense.
Shut your eyes and feel the force field?
We are it.
Take a few minutes to slow down and think about what's going on in your world...
"Traveling and Retired"
Poetry, stories and strange odds and ends from the desk of a writer
Bringing passionate genius to the foreground in Athens, GA -- 2013-2019
Seeking Dialogue to Inform, Enlighten, and/or Amuse You and Me
insanitybytes
Tigers not daughters
Building healthier and more meaningful connections to nature
Book Reviews, News, and Other Stuff
My writings of fiction, essay, poetry, observation & commentary
Poetry for Finding Meaning in the Madness
Culture and Politics from a Mythological Perspective -- Big ideas in plain English
"It is the duty of every man, as far as his ability extends, to detect and expose delusion and error"..Thomas Paine
Invisible lines associating ideas, creating images.
Second Look Behind the Headlines - News you can use...
guided by the light of the moon and stars. Bringing Consciousness to modern music one verse at a time.
We should all care about what we can reliably determine to be true.
Tales from the mouth of a wolf
