Sunday Morning Thoughts: 10.29.17

There had been a few ideas bouncing around in the old noggin regarding this. I have yet to commit to any of them. I have that problem at times. And at others, the opposite.

Sunday Morning Thoughts: 8.20.17

Time! That bastard! All this talk of human might… and yet at the clock’s mercy we all remain. I can hide it or dress it up any way I’d like. As can you. But the ‘tick-tock’ of inevitability can be deafening. Something we all were supposed to learn from Captain Hook, yet never quite did….

Sunday Morning Thoughts: 7.30.17

I heard someone once say that language is the greatest of all human invention. And though fond I am of sliced bread and pacemakers, me thinks there might be something to that. Because the question arises- would we even have bread, let alone the pre-sliced and packaged variety, if we never learned how communicate? Which…

Sunday Morning Thoughts: 7.9.17

There are a whole mess of riddles about it. And it, as the subject of discussion, is most certainly bold. So much so, as to constantly and relentlessly interject itself in all we call human life. Anywhere. Any place. Any time. Every moment or happening or glimmer of whatever, it stands over you. Us. Tenderness…