Oceanic Soul

There is, one knows not what sweet mystery about this sea, whose gently awful stirrings seem to speak of some hidden soul beneath. – Herman Melville A while back I found a large bone on the beach. After studying it for a few hours I determined it was from a whale, specifically it was a …

Joy of Solitude

Uncontradicting solitude / Supports me on its giant palm; /And like a sea-anemone /Or simple snail, there cautiously / Unfolds, emerges, what I am. – Philip Larkin My spirit is revitalized by solitude. As the poet said there are no contradictions. It is simply my unrestricted mind roaming in seclusion. Perhaps that it why I …

Truth of Imagination

I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the Heart’s affections and the truth of the Imagination. – John Keats As Keats wrote of the holiness of the heart’s affections… the heart-mind brings passion to life – incarnating the soul within the body. The heart beats on-and-on from the first breath to the last, …

Epiphany

Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be? – Charles Bukowski This morning I drifted into an ecstatic state. The ocean’s gentle whisper coupled with the rhythmic wave-pulse embraced me like my mother’s arms and carried me away. Away over the waves and clouds, away from anxiety and …

Spiritual Beliefs

Every man gives his life for what he believes. Every woman gives her life for what she believes. Sometimes people believe in little or nothing, and so they give their lives to little or nothing. One life is all we have, and we live it as we believe in living it…and then it’s gone. – …

Find Your Purpose

A writer – and, I believe, generally all persons – must think that whatever happens to him or her is a resource. All things have been given to us for a purpose, and an artist must feel this more intensely. All that happens to us, including our humiliations, our misfortunes, our embarrassments, all is given …

Appreciate Life

I remember him as something left behind on the road of life – as something I have passed, rather than having actually been -and almost think of him as someone else. Charles Dickens Each season of our life imprints upon our hearts a record of its passing. What did we accomplish, learn or need to …