As an architect of our bodies... we imagine, build and we create masterpieces; all while we chisel out the areas to define our own self construction. Some of us are made of clay, easily molded and shaped by ourselves while others are made of stone, barely effected by the elements of time, touch, age and… Continue reading Self-Construction Zone
Leaning on the that line of extreme and reckless... Being the best me means both, it’s embracing that constant push between doing what I can and being what I want.... trusting that growth will happen and believing in the process. It’s doing what needs to be done Right Now and sometimes that means without regard… Continue reading “That Line”
I can’t decide if this is going to be the right or the wrong turn in this decision-making process.As I sit in a strong masculine and affirmed position, ignoring the weakI block off the sight of it, the one you possibly see with in meA vice piece, or a vice itself. Does it make a… Continue reading In Orbit
I give pieces of myself, rather than the whole of my being; most often to the beggar to whom I can feel both sympathy and superior. Like spare change to the homeless man on the street. Close enough to provide temporary charity, but distant enough to ensure I've not really changed their life, or my… Continue reading Pieces of Myself
I have spent hours in aisles trying to find “us” somewhere between the “You & Me” and beneath the heavy yet heart filled “Hallmark Gold Crowns.” Maybe I am trying to capture something remarkable, but insightful and true, something that may come close to saying things that maybe I just don’t know how too... I… Continue reading The In-between you and me
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