Forgotten Silences

There is a certain moment within many mornings throughout the week. I start my vehicle and sit for a few minutes under the large trees lining our street. I usually find some music to listen to and lay my collection of items in the passenger seat. That time is a routine I’ve had for many years. There is about a half-hour drive to my place … Continue reading Forgotten Silences

Decluttering

As I was cleaning up this morning; placing the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, cleaning up the kitchen, doing laundry and hanging a few pictures from my father’s home, I was going through many things within. Accompanied by the soothing music in my headphones and the emotions that ensued from the joy of the instrumentals, I surrendered to the calming. The calming: a peace of … Continue reading Decluttering

Marred

A keen eye for detail. A very, almost obsessive-compulsive, distinguished habit of fixing every little feature of a task. I recently found a picture my mother or father had taken of me drawing cartoon characters. The specific time is something that I vividly recall. I was around five years of age and had received a ‘how to’ book which taught the basics of character sketching. … Continue reading Marred

“Listen, Devil…”

My wife and I should have chosen our careers somewhere within criminal justice. We are both very interested in the forensics, psychology of the criminal mind and legal action, just to name a few aspects. We are very adamant and supportive of our judicial system, even though we both agree its representatives can be very corrupt. We support the rightful penalties of criminal actions, as … Continue reading “Listen, Devil…”

Genuine

I had a friend who would spend his days as a cowboy. He wasn’t out on the ranch rounding up cattle, or a gunslinger, and he didn’t lasso wild bulls at the rodeo. He wore a Stetson hat, tight Wrangler jeans, expensive boots, the big belt buckle, listened to all of the country music of the current time and spoke with a ‘southern’ accent. He … Continue reading Genuine

The Gift Of Time

Sometimes I imagine myself in the middle of space, far from the planet. Of course, I wouldn’t survive as I would here, but I simply imagine observing the vastness of space. All of the never before seen wonder that it would behold. As I imagine this place I will never physically experience, I think about how I would have no sense of time. No clock, … Continue reading The Gift Of Time