
love lavender
I dreamt I was in a rehab, no particular type. I sat in a chair with a binder full of notes, going through what to keep and toss. Continue reading “Behaving like an adult” »

love lavender
I dreamt I was in a rehab, no particular type. I sat in a chair with a binder full of notes, going through what to keep and toss. Continue reading “Behaving like an adult” »
Wendy Wall wrote and sang I Woke Up Dreaming, describing dream connections to waking life. Her song lyrics melody respect dreams as another aspect of our waking reality. Continue reading “Wendy woke up dreaming” »

we can artificially change negative to positive
Regardless of why self-esteem matters, millions of us suffer from feeling like dirt and feeling like we don’t count. It seems as if we learn to perpetuate negativity. Emmett Fox was a New Thought spiritual leader of the last century who started a church in New York City called Divine Science during the depression and he came up with a recipe to reduce negativity. Continue reading “Recipe to raise negativity” »

the purple hour
Light and dark are associated with good and evil, happy and sad, joy and despair, purity and pollution. Clear day, dark and stormy night have billions of tints and shades along the spectrum. Continue reading “natural sight” »

creativity is not editing
After my junior year of college, I left Southern Oregon College, now Southern Oregon University, and transferred to the University of Oregon in Eugene for a larger college experience . Continue reading “who judges perspectives?” »

I’m here and want to live
“Why do writers write? Because it isn’t there,” said novelist Thomas Berger last century. I haven’t invented anything new, but have spent my life combining what others have created to form my own style. Continue reading “artist or no?” »

Come on People now…
My grandfather was a 9th generation American, and was in his eighties when he wrote a letter to the 11th generation, welcoming us to the family. Continue reading “Love Anniversary” »

Come on People, Love one another right now
It’s the fiftieth anniversary of San Francisco’s Summer of Love. My friend and I were there, wore our beads and long hair, before starting freshman year of high school. We smoked marijuana and played on Golden Gate Park’s kiddy merry-go-round while rock and roll music played on the greens, and positive energy flowed like a river. Continue reading “Summer of Love” »

attitude is everything
“How are you this fine day?”
I remember my mother asking a clerk that question, and she received a warm smile by asking. My mom decided she to be nice that day, and people were nice to her. Continue reading “make it a great day” »

It was important to love the Beatles
My mother made me take accordion lessons in the early 1960’s, and I barely survived the dweebness of playing the Can-Can at a kid’s neighborhood party. I was in hell, standing in front of cool guys sitting in folding chairs, watching me squeeze a white mother-of-pearl box back and forth, wanting to die. Continue reading “difficulties of being hip” »