Seize This Very Minute

Did I know growing up that I was half awake?  No, indeed not.  And I don’t think my parents knew either.  They nor I realized that I wasn’t fully experiencing life.  Last night over dinner, it became a funny anecdote that I began smoking at 37 years of age — What most people explore at…

I hope that I am not one of the Crazies.

I wake from a recurrent dream.  It unsettles me.  Always in slumber I am Searching for meaning to life.  For love, taking on many forms.  Assurance of the illusive, improbable God to talk. To me.  Give me some sign. Speak my LORD, won’t you?  Prove [again] that you are real. Shake the heavens —  …