Mea Culpa/Grato

Well, you know... sometimes even I can behave like a beast.  Sometimes I become overwhelmed by that sharp lonelyache that takes over any sense or reason.  It is a hazard of a life well-lived and a life well-lived on the edge.

I haven't followed a traditional path.  I am not moved by the mores or expectations of others.  I am moved by my conscience; by what feels to me the right thing to do at the time.  I am moved by truth and honesty and a visceral need to live within my own truth.

And sometimes I allow that truth to open wide and flood my space with the whole of its existence as if my life depends on it.  Sometimes at the detriment of others. Sometimes utterances unforgettable; perhaps unforgivable.

So, on this Thanksgiving Day, I offer gratitude for friends and family; colleagues and community who continually offer safe respite for this heart living on the edge of what others may consider the line where white lies are appropriate.  If not for those people who love me and support me in spite of myself, my life would not have the joy it does. 

A Turning Point

I haven't posted here for a while; I haven't had the urge to do it.

If you come here to this small place looking for me, you know where to find me.  I am looking for civil (and sometimes less civil) passionate discourse about to make our communities a better place through our individual actions.

If you like, come by, sit for a spell.  Talk about your world, your vision, your concern, your life.

As I figure it out, I will certainly post where my writing will be.

Namaste