Fresh insights into the big questions of life. Posted in meditation, reflection. Christmas should be a happy time, yet somehow this year I cannot get excited.

Poems From A Lame Nation. The wonder in your eyes that fine day. Imprinting our feet a warm long trail. On a beach one sunset one wonderful may. Holding tight and lost from a blowing misty gale. The mischief in your eyes when you softly whispered. Those sweet words they still vibrates the smallest bones in me. So magical in my memories they seemed to be.

I must apologize from the bottom of my heart. I have neglected this blog for several months now. I must switch domains for the time being.

On January 18, 2013 in Uncategorized. We met a long time ago under a weeping willow tree,. I sat right beside you and allowed you to comfort me,. The agony was choking me, ripping me apart,. Leaving me breathless, throwing daggers at my heart,. The ink you let me use to paint myself a face,. Erased all my ugliness, leaving not even a trace. You let me inside your glass filled house where I could see myself,. But you stitched my heart so well, to where I can breathe again,.

I invited my friend and parish minister for his lunch to my home today to celebrate his birthday. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but in the cold light of day as the time of noon ebbs ever closer, I wish I had shut my mouth. My friend enjoyed himself and said the experience was better than a restaurant. With a cleared plate for all three courses he clearly meant it. Pot roasted topside, .