Storms of sorrow loom Eternal night calls me down Hope pleads. "Child, come home."
Month: November 2014
Kissing the Monkey
I share with you one of my favorite stories about the Buddha. Someone once asked him “Do you believe in God?” To which Siddhārtha Gautama replied, “Which one?” To me, this lies at the heart of our relationship with the Creator of the Universe. God is not knowable. Therefore, the concept of thanking God, in … Continue reading Kissing the Monkey
The Back Forty (Behind the Scenes)
I lay in my bed reading a book by a Buddhist scholar a friend had sent to me when there came a knockin’ at my door. I opened it to find Cain standing there holding two cups of coffee. “What are you doing here?” I asked “I wasn’t gonna write about you today.” “I know, … Continue reading The Back Forty (Behind the Scenes)
The Back Forty, Chapter 2
Madeline crossed over the property line that separated her home from the Mine Hill Preserve. She wasn’t worried about finding her way back. When she and Colin had first married, the two of them had crossed over into the preserve many times and she felt like she knew the terrain of the area that led … Continue reading The Back Forty, Chapter 2
The Back Forty, Ch. 1.5
They called it “the back forty.” But really, the Mine Hill Nature Preserve encompassed a lot more than 40 acres of forest. Within a week of his family obtaining their “family dog” (Cain’s father held his perfect family unit in high regard in terms of appearances), Cain’s mother had readily taken to waking … Continue reading The Back Forty, Ch. 1.5
The Back Forty, Ch. 1.4
Sasquatch had clown feet. He practically tripped over them as his puppy vigor and scatterbrain led him all around the house, poking his nose into every nook and cranny, and there were plenty of those. Madeleine, Cain’s mom, put together a house that was almost regal in its simplicity. Every room was open to the … Continue reading The Back Forty, Ch. 1.4
Him (The Sad Reality of what Could Have Been)
I leaned over the railing and watched as He rode the escalator up to my floor. He was sitting on one of the steps and jumped up at the last moment. He strolled down to where I stood, took a big drink from the bottle of wine he carried, then leaned on the railing next … Continue reading Him (The Sad Reality of what Could Have Been)
Sex: A Layman’s Guide to Bedroom Novelty
Okay, let’s get this outta the way. I do not intend for this to be a sensual, erotic, mildly or severely dirty, or even suggestive post in any way. This is truly only meant to ridicule the author. And the only reason I’m doing that is because the following is a sampling of the text … Continue reading Sex: A Layman’s Guide to Bedroom Novelty
Going it Alone
Never underestimate what a simple act of kindness will do for another person. After years and years of honing in myself a survival instinct that has manifested itself in my now innate ability to handle most things by myself, I don't need much. After many years of doubt in myself, and consuming mass quantities of … Continue reading Going it Alone
The Back Forty, Ch. 1.3
Cain sat on the bench for 10 minutes, staring at the clouds as they swirled to the south. Then, as if broken from a trance, he stood up abruptly and walked around to the other side of the house from the one he had taken to the back yard. He pressed down and lifted up … Continue reading The Back Forty, Ch. 1.3
My Zen Brain 