7 guests at my dinner table.My choice. But no,I decline that option.Over-stimulating. Under-gratifying. I don’t need genius, celebrity or saintliness.The ego chatter can’t please.There is no place at my table for that No, I’ll have just 1 guest, thanks.My dad.Having his undivided attentionwouldreach into my dark placeswith a little light.

Is it wise to anticipate? Anticipate what? Danger? A warm welcome? The weather? My future needs? The steadfast Girl Guide rule “Be Prepared” suggests anticipation is beneficial. I anticipate, I am prepared. Anticipation = preparation = I’ll always have my umbrella when I need it, I’ll always have milk because I’ll buy more before we…

I am human. Bones, muscles, ligaments, tendons, cartilage, organs. Because I carry these things with me, does that mean I’m human? Upright body carriage. Tool-using, abstract reasoning, language using, introspecting and problem solving. Is that what being human is about? No, I think it’s more like this: I am human because I am A soul…

I remember several of my childhood toys which provided comfort: Squeaky ~ a plush pink & white mouse (re-named “Mousey” by my 4-year-0ld nephew Andrew) Mary ~ a stuffed doll with a plastic face and hands Mon chi chi ~ my stuffed “cradle in my arm” monkey Jessica Lynne ~ my hairless blue-eyed Cabbage Patch…

A train is coming. Don’t need your things, don’t need a ticket, just need your willingness and faith. Get on board. Trusting will lead you to an presented by Aristophanes in Plato’s Symposium, is that humans originally consisted of four arms, four legs, and a single head made of two faces, but Zeus feared their…

The color of reality is sometimes black.Like when there is the persuasive aroma of sun-dappled longing.Which forces wafting pleasure to be sheltered.And urges the shapes of clandestine holding.Where layered penalties veil the skin of certain truth.Still, their cells act as a haven of veracity.She.And Her.He.And Him.Covert lovers.