So Small

The fire laps at my feet. I push back into the chair and tilt my head skyward. I feel so very small, in this tiny spot, gazing into the endless expanse of Gods glory. How smug are we to think that we have it all figured out; and yet not even scratched the surface of what was, is and will be.


"Here is where the land slips out under, where ocean meets sky and inky darkness swallows. The surf pounds sand into submission, the planets late night exhibition. A star splashed celestial sphere grows in glow, the tide slips out from high to low." - PAS

No Man Is and Island

The island is quiet tonight, summer tourists long gone. A cool breeze sneaks through this light coat. Dolphins ply the bay. A perfect moon hangs above the endless Gulf at the end of this fall day. 

I once dreamed of living on an Island, and now I do. Careful for what you ask, because you might just get it. An Island can be a very lonely place. It's getting harder to stay every day.

I will remember the cast of characters that I will leave behind, for a start, here are two.

Edward - Lives in a tent, tucked away in the bushes by design. He believes he is a warlock. His "God Job," is to kill outlaw bikers in their dream. He speaks of Gods and Goddesses, spell casting in the wee hours of the night. He rambles colorful words painted on a jet black future. He has nothing, but at least he is free.

Robert - He is haunted by the demon of inward obsession and what other people think. He full of advice, yet angers at a correction. Institutionalized in a simple yet never ending maze of self help. I never know if I'll run into the happy Robert of he who is full of rage.

I am though the biggest character of all, yet I doubt many could describe. I let very few inside.

I offer up Gratitude to the only one who never disappoints, I'll lean over and turn out the light.

Good Night.

Hurry Up and Wait

Today's Message "To be continued" :-/

Blogging from on hi

Just thought it would be neat to blog from 40,000 feet! That's over 7 miles high, and it's -67f outside my window. Not that I've thought of opening it. I'm over the Gulf of Mexico south of Grand Isle LA and down below, I can see only inky dark and hundreds of oil platforms.

Some Roads lead to Nowhere

The cleaning, packing, phone calls to friends I didn't get to see. The saying and waving to , those of whom I am close, the hugging and kissing the ones I love; time to say goodbye.

Swim in the uncertain
Ocean of Fear
Dreaming of the day I'll return
and Dance with those who I hold dear. - PAS

I'm so afraid,
if it were not for faith,
I would certainly take my life.
The hope to which I cling,
the light at the end of the tunnel,
the end of these years in the wilderness,
is soon to come. - PAS

I have a few hours left, before I board that plane back into the chaos of uncertainty. Tomorrow at work, I will look around and wonder if I was never here. I will return to that sad little empty room at the end of the day and lay my head down, and give thanks to the Lord for carrying me through another day. Lord it be your will, I ask that you bring me peace. I ask for a miracle, from which you then lead me home.