Chandler

If I believed in all the laws, rules, and gossip spread around the dinner table, the law offices, our national and international representatives, presidents, dictators, and would-be kings; I would soon become incarcerated at the nearest jail or asylum. From the womb to the tomb, we are indoctrinated to believe! To believe the preachers, teachers, […]

I am highly frustrated at this moment. I will get over it. I have been in similar frustration many times over the 83 years I have meandered planet Earth this time around. What do we do with such frustrations? In times past, walking into the woods, along the beach listening to splashing waves, or speaking

I need to be calm when I’m frustrated with my computer or anything else. I need to dare to cry for myself as easily as I cry for another, for the earth, and all upon it. I need to cry for all the lies we speak and believe. I need to cry for the hungry,

I awoke to gentle bird calls welcoming the morning. I then walked barefoot onto the grass lawn. No dogs were barking, and no motorcycle was revving a cold engine. Trucks with no mufflers and blasting music were absent. Immediately, a longing to be close to clean, clear salt water, sea birds, and whales flashed to

OR  NOT An egg is an egg. Or is it? An egg is white or brown. Or is it? A man is strong and protective. Or is he? A woman is less than a man. Or is she? My God is better than your God. Or is she? God is a man. Or is he?

He was inspired to choose a journey into a new adventure. Thus he did research about adventures to many places with the desire to do graduate work in the art of expression and telepathic communication. He also had to figure out where, when, and whether to get a one-way or open-ended ticket. Choices, choices, all

This prompt brings to mind haunted houses or old castles where the enormous old keys needed a big hole for the old heavy, hunks of iron to slide into and turn. Such peek holes would tempt any child or snoopy adult to check out what goes on behind closed doors. Changing the idea of a

Driving the serpentine road leading to the wee town of Round Mountain, California, we followed the hand-drawn map. We were mesmerized by the many twists as we kept climbing uphill.  Winding around a lefthand curve, we could see a beautiful panoramic view and a small pull-out to our right.  The hand-painted sign “The Fountain” signaled

At birth, we two-leggeds appear to be innocent babies programmed to trust our parents or others within our community or government.  Many assume parents will be kind and loving to these babies. Such assumptions and beliefs are based on individual teachings and communities and may be far from the truth. Life, easy or difficult, is

“Why didn’t I think of that?” has traveled through my mind,…silently and aloud more times than I can remember.  The sparks that ignited that thought are long forgotten. Yet, the flush of excitement in those moments still ignites new ideas and interests in widening my awareness of the infinite connections we all spark in one