Being In That Place How Do You Get Back

Solitude. Peace. Being alone. We've all felt it. But how do you get back? I share with you two different creative rivers that know where such a place exists. And each that have journeyed are not wrong with their handwritten behavior. Its your choice to hold the map. Or play the endless daily guessing game. Which usually leads to placing blame on everything but the maker of the experience.

I Ask Because You Dont

I'm not sure what I was like during my terrible twos. I know at 53 I ask a lot of questions. And because I ask so many. When I'm invited to lecture. The first thing I do is open the floor for anyone to bring their questions. Most people don't. And yet... They are in their seats. They could've stayed home or gone to a movie. But beyond my explanation. They elected to stop by to hear someone speak. I start with giving them the opportunity to ask questions.

I Was There I Am Here Now

So many times we learn from the lessons delivered. But never take the time to document the last time you were on this very path. Nothing rots my gut more than hearing someone say, "How many times do I have to tell you?" Documenting the journey isn't about collecting bread crumbs. I was there. I am here now. Isn't an invitation to live in the past. It's a voice from the inside soul that keeps knocking on the door you said would always be open. Your eyes might be. But your dreams are locked up in a place of unfiltered demand and torture.

The Lyrics From Billy's Forest Chapter Twenty One

I am a Poet. I write in a forest. As of late. I've been called to a special collection of trees at the Billy Graham Library in Charlotte, NC. I never know what I'm going to write. Nor do I know what I've written until we meet in this moment on iHeart Radio.

Moving Ahead To Step Back

I'm not a fan of moving the hands of time. I get why we do it. We're just trying to keep up with the earth. But wait. If we spring forward in March. Why do we fall back in October? It teaches each of us to have a desire to move but make sure you keep a firm grip on the idea of stepping back to the channels that created the beginning.

Without Banks and Shorelines

We've allowed ourselves to speak our minds. Maybe it's a Facebook or Twitter thing. Either way... the physical presence of what we think is starting to get in the face of others. Is the solution the answer or should we find peace in the awareness of the new beginning. Our outside shell has become a shield. Therefore we are designed to defend.

The Weight Of The Mirror

My entire life. I've stopped and stared at the image in the mirror. It acts as if it knows more than I do. It's been my best friend when nobody else wanted the job. It's held every decision good and bad. The image in the mirror though can't heal a broken heart.