…and then some. There istime for everything. There istime for everything. Repeat it over,and then over againuntil your heart rate slows,your breath regulates,your brow relaxes,and

…a Christmas story of sorts…Click-click-click, buzzzzzzz-click. The battery is definitely dead.I left the truck lights on. The great hulking moving truckjust sat there motionless,like a

…may only be putting you to sleep. Think longer.Think harder.Think better.Think stronger. Think, think, think.That’s what we’re toldfrom cradle to grave. And if for no

…as seen through the prism of nostalgia. Where did it go,that rock you found,the endless summer,grandma’s pumpkin pie,high school and college,radio and records,black and white

…your life flows toward you. Upstream a flood fills this waterway,and now the current is pushing,pushing forth a river of debris. In the swirling eddies

Lift with your legs. A good night’s sleepoffers me morning calm;my head clear,my eyes open,my heart readyfor some soulcentric truth. Yet even on a great