Category: Thoughts on life and death

  • Communal space

    Communal space

    I lay in the bed I remember from so many years ago, listening to the soft sounds of my little one falling asleep. He went quietly tonight, without a whimper after becoming more and more wound up playing games with Pop-Pop. It was as if all the batteries ran out at once, and he gave…

  • Journey Home

    Journey Home

    The road is long Torn between the warmth ahead And the comfort behind It stretches out interminably And yet What lies ahead is worth the journey Home to my youth Home to family The struggle is half the enjoyment The destination sweeter For the effort required to get there.

  • The magic of the season

    The magic of the season

    When I sat down to rest for the first time tonight, I was struck by how miraculous life is. It’s been a long week of sickness, worrying about a few people who aren’t doing as well as I’d like, wishing I had the same kind of powers the people in my books do. I could…

  • Purpose

    Purpose

    Pulled towards the light Caught in a tractor beam Each step one towards That which is inevitable A calling like none other Driven to duty Determined and unyielding Every day another day closer Infinity awaits

  • Art and Science

    Art and Science

    Another day where I look through my inbox and discover bad news for someone. It happens almost every day, in one way or another. Part of doing what I do is to listen, ask questions, and find clues. I think it’s fitting that Sherlock Holmes was created by a doctor, because I often feel like…

  • Home

    Home

    No matter how long the road, or how hard the climb. No matter that the wind and rain may push me down. At the end of the journey, a light still shines, guiding me. My eternal compass shows me the way, To hearth and comfort. To the family I love. Waiting for me with warm…

  • Bliss

    What is this feeling? Softness falls with the stealth of night Quiet and unassuming, overpowers my sight. The bliss of silence cloaks my ears Children one, two, three now disappear Into their beds, tucked safely away. Mother and father, survive another day.

  • Night on golden pond

    Night on golden pond

    Golden night falls, Silent on the mirrored glass Branches sway in the breeze Haunting sounds caught, And into the darkness pass

  • The gifts we bring

    Today left me musing about the sometimes meager changes I bring for those around me. I deal with sickness and loss, love and life on the small scale, every day. Some days, I feel as though I’ve chipped away a tiny corner, shedding the scales from the layers that life glues on us all Other…

  • Legends

    What does it mean to be a legend? We all know the stories of people and places, memories of our collective past that are told, retold Whether of vampires and goblins, or people larger than life. Holidays are part of that, and we all celebrate our own. Santa, The twelve nights, Dias de los muertes,…