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Category Archives: The Path

A Sense of Dormancy

I wonder how long it will be before you return. There are no signs of your presence but that does not mean you were not careful to leave  any traces unknown. So I write, and maybe it will be read. Or I write in and in a years time neither of us will know who […]

Things I Fear In The Dark

I fear that the monsters in my head will escape, wait in the shadows as I turn the last lights out and follow me as I creek down the hall knowing they are right behind me like every other night. Only tonight I break the unspoken promise and I turn around to witness the last […]

OCD and the Monster from Below Shiney Rock in Squeeky Swamp

Lately, like a devil on my shoulder, I have been plagued by the inability to stop my hands from doing the thing that my brain should not have sent it to do in the first place. Little things. Things that I don’t even notice. Things that mean nothing but can not be stopped. Today for […]

In Time

I will; 1. ride in a hot air balloon; 2. work on a farm; 3. learn a second language (and a third); 4.live on lake; 5. ride the rails; 6. command a great audience; 7. travel a great distance and see great sites; 8. take a ride on a tugboat; 9. camp out in Central […]

A Silent Grey Day

I know that you are sad, and that you must deal with moments not of your chosing, but you are missed and our long silence has left us with very little complete. A tree waits. It will be our tree with what ever we want to climb up and find in it. Do what you […]