The ingredients

I love silence …


As… The ingredients

give birth to

clarity …

And it to purpose

in turn giving birth to action…

which yields an eternal measure of satisfaction …


Divine steps

Walking through these paths.

Looking for a sign…

Searching from what is hidden from view …

Only to find that it is in plain sight and all I hear are echoes of divine steps.

So I found myself … Now what?

This is dripping with Mother Nature.

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This picture sums up the week I spent on the Big Island.

Awe inspiring; breathtaking, invigorating and reflective are some of the adjectives that come to mind.

In retrospect, I was lost but was able to find myself here, but up to this point I was shamefully oblivious to the fact that I’ve been wasting my time. As Hawaii was quick to show herself as an environment that is purely conducive to a being the writer that I’ve been suppressing for longer than I care to admit.

Sometimes it takes a proverbial kick in the pants to reorient yourself back to the things that are truly important, being cognizant of what gives you JOY, rather than doing something that takes JOY from you.

Realizing that I was wasting my time was one thing, but knowing the necessary steps to employ in regaining the steering wheel of my life was another…

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My assorted flings with Mother Nature



Unfortunately, I am not as young as I used to be, but I am as young as I often lie about being.

With that being said, I have no qualms about getting older as it is better than the alternative, of slow decomposition or inhabiting a decorative urn in the form of ashes.

With each passing day of accumulated wisdom, I have come to the realization that this uber-connected world that I make my living in is an extremely toxic environment, I find myself needing deeper excursions into the loving embrace of Mother Nature for the purpose of loosening the tentacles that dull the sense of inner peace that I feel when I’m with her.

I have always had this amorous relationship with water… The sound, the scent of it seemingly washes away whatever is burdening me and often it becomes an act of sheer willpower to peel myself away.






Mother Nature undoubtedly is a drug, but unlike all drugs… Can you overdose off of solace? If so, I wouldn’t mind being the first.



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How often do we permit ourselves that time that we truly need to wrap ourselves around this journey we often mislabel as life?

Our time on this planet is temporary, but our ability to leave something lasting; something eternal that precedes our time here is often lost on many of us. During this journey of mine I have born witness to many efforts to reorient myself towards this realization, only to fall short of the goal.

Over the past couple of years, I have discovered a respite, a fountain of sorts that enables me to shed the plaque that I often pick up during my “journey”. I have learned that water is not only good for flushing toxins out of the body, it also has those very same properties to flush those same toxins out of your mind…

I have written previously about this connection, this magnetism that I have…

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