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May.12.2013 Forrest Mum and Miracles “Mama always said there's an awful lot you can tell about a person by their shoes. Where they're going, where they've been. I've worn lots of shoes. I bet if I think about it real hard, I could remember my first pair of shoes. Mama said they'd take me anywhere. She said they was my magic shoes."...	Jan.02.2013 Beginnings "Where do we begin?" "Never thought about it. Perhaps, at the beginning?" "Where is that?" "The point from where we start." "What is the start, or a start? Can you describe it? What does it look like, feel like?" "Dew on leaves..." "That is the beginning of the end. It will dry. It has no start...
Oct.22.2012 Somewhere and Deadends “I thought we were going somewhere.” “Somewhere tires me.” “Then how about somewhere else?” “Else? As in, ‘or else’…”? “This is not a threat.” “Everything is a threat.” “Going somewhere of your choice cannot be a threat.” “Making choices is a threat.” “It means you have choices.” “It can also...	Apr.07.2012 Brown: A Soliloquy “I was looking for brown buttons.” “But this blouse not look brown.” “It is – technically it belongs to the brown family.” “See, it is not beige, not khaki, not fawn, not rust, so what is it?” “Brown. That’s how I see it.” “Your seeing is not enough. Did you find buttons to match it?” “No...
Aug.22.2011 Revisiting “I am going again.” “Returning?” “No.” “Going again means returning.” “It means revisiting. When you return you go with what had been.” “And you are not?” “Yes. I am not.” “So, you have forgotten what had been?” “I have forgotten what never had been.” “If it was not there, then what is there to...	Apr.17.2011 On Depth "How do you gauge depth?" "By going into the sea." "What if you sink? Is that a measure of depth?" "That depends on how far you sink." "Sinking has no distance." "What if you hit a rock? You are not in the waterbed then." "But you...
Dec.16.2009 Solo Talk The idea of a lone voice addressing an audience or of the conscience/subconscious hammering at the mind’s door intrigues me no end. Should I be labelling it introspection or a soliloquy? This isn’t literary upward mobility. Talking to myself really amounts to squeezing flowers to get a few drops...	Feb.02.2009 A Simple Pleasure What simple pleasures we can experience in our day if only we stop to notice them. To allow them in. How fast everything can move from one thing to the next, never taking any time to just be. My life is special. I am aware of that. No horrible thing has come my way,(yet) nothing that cannot be...