One Single Step


Last night I wrote about loving myself despite the storm raging in my heart. Today I want to talk about something I realized amidst my words. I’ve been so concerned with accepting my feelings and wading through the dark waters of pain that I forgot how much I have that others don’t. I was reminded late last night that I am so incredibly blessed in so many other ways than love that I mustn’t solely focus on my failure in that arena. I must move forward with a new set of chords and give back to everyone that I come in contact with. I trust that I am nothing if I cannot help others. It’s been brought to my attention that I need to allow enough love into my heart to love others with all of the compassion that I possess. Whether it be taking a neighbor cookies, buying coffee for the person behind me, picking up a stranger’s tab at a restaurant without letting them know, or giving someone my undivided attention when they need it; I have resolved to go above and beyond for others to show everyone I meet that all the world needs is a little love. I cannot take credit for these ideas alone, for they came to me with such potent certainty and spontaneity that I can only assume that a higher power touched my shoulders and whispered these words to me. I often find myself feeling unworthy of much because of how little I feel that I contribute to humanity, and I want to change that. There are people out there who have nothing and still give every last penny they have for the benefit of those in need and they are heroes. Our heroes of today are not in the White House, but out in the streets giving their last piece of bread to their child or their last dollar to someone hungrier than they. These mortals are the parts of humanity that the powers that be want to hide in rags of disgust because it shows how great we truly are as a race and that even the poorest of the poor can lend a helping hand to others. Yet the ones with all of the money in the world don’t want to be that way for they are overcome with greed, and so they must shun those that put them to shame. I may not have all of the money in the world, but I am culpable of being selfish about money and thinking of only myself for too long. The guilt! It brings tears to my eyes to write this because I finally believe I understand why the homeless man smiles and the handicapped woman sings. They have nothing of materialism yet their souls are painted with the finest gold. They have forgotten the machine that is greed and climbing the never ending ladder – they are faced with eyes wide open to see the world for what it is and they love it anyway. I pray that the knowledge I have received does not become wasted on another soul, but is used for the welfare of the beating heart of humanity. My only other desire is to be held accountable by my own convictions. ©

Love and compassion are necessities, not luxuries. Without them humanity cannot survive. -Dalai Lama


Arbitrary Reverie


As I find myself wandering

Somewhere in between my musings and rhymes

I begin to realize I was never really lost

Just daydreaming

Without a sense of purpose

Now I seek a shiny new meaning

In this journey we call life

Do I believe I have figured it out?

Only as a cat believes his life is complete

As he prowls and chases his tail and feet

I may not own a fancy briefcase

Filled with plans and schedules and trivial things

But I possess my thoughts

And I transcribe my feelings

You can’t take that away

And the man can’t regulate it, no he shan’t I say

So who better are you than I?

Said the humble bee to the fly ©

The Endless Enigma


I don’t pretend to be a good writer. When I sit in my chair looking at a blank screen with antsy fingers I realize just how vast of a beast writing is. I would love to inspire someone, even just one life during my journey through this universe. When is it enough? I am filled with words and thoughts screaming to come out of me yet I am thwarted by my own mind, relentless in its pursuit to close out the world. I cringe at the idea of letting anyone in but I thrive off of the imaginable art of putting my jar of feelings into a roman à clef. For me to exert this energy living inside of my head upon the living would be more magnificent than anything I could dream of pursuing. I have had many reveries, all amounting to dust when compared to this phenomenon that is writing. Yet I am my own worst enemy and the great predicted cause of my own demise for fear of failing myself and the accomplishments I fantasize of. The wheel still spins but I have gotten off and the rest of the globe keeps on cycling while I sit alone contemplating all that I am not. Solitude is my friend and my strongest scoffer. She waits for me like the muse I’ve always sought, tempting me with her unfathomable eyes of depth. As complex as she is, her simplicity is what keeps me coming back for more, begging for another taste of erudition. It’s my patience that betrays me, when I feel that I utterly need what I implore without payment or excuses; but I never get what I desire when I come in haste. It is time that sits by teasing me with the inspiration that I crave and only allowing me a spoonful at a time. I eat and indulge completely in the morsel that I am given but I yearn for more before I have even finished. This is the affliction I am enkindled, that I would never trade.

Give me words or give me death, I write to live and pass the test. If I should fail and doom myself, I’ll trade my life for someone else. When immortality fails my soul, I’ll strike the gong and pay the toll. If I shall claim a chance at wealth, they’ll watch me leave with wicked stealth. A chance to shine I’ll hold once more, these words of mine I’ll cry out for, forevermore. ©

Blueberries, Coffee, and Sunshine


What an amazing day I had yesterday! I spent the afternoon exploring my town and soaking in my surroundings. My morning began with a delicious soy latte from the local coffee shop, and then shortly after that savory first sip, my journey began. Along the way, I stopped to smile and chat with many locals and get a feel for what was happening downtown. It was an incredible experience; starting with the nectar from the gods we call caffeine, and ending with a pleasant joy ride on my brand new toy. I took many pictures during my adventure, and I thought I would share them. After all, a picture is worth a thousand words 🙂


This is one of the stores that I visited, and where I spent a large amount of my time, McCraw’s Antiques. It had SO many interesting pieces and I took my precious time to admire it all. Some, and I emphasize some, of the items I saw are below.







In McCraw’s, I met Houston: a jack of all trades. Currently he is working on producing hand made plaques for fraternities and sororities. How cool is that? He aspires to be a millionaire, (don’t we all!). He went on to tell me many stories of his younger years, and recalled that the day President Kennedy was shot, he happened to be nearby eating a cheeseburger in a joint called Henry’s. Interesting fellow, to say the least.


Here he is, showing me one of his plaques.


After leaving McCraw’s Antique Store, I walked around outside for a while, stopping in various shops as I went.


And of course, taking time to smell the beautiful flowers.


The weather was gorgeous, but a little humid, so I took a moment to cool down.


And enjoy a quick snack 😉


Walking further along, I noticed an intricately painted piano sitting outside of a shop. Upon questioning the nearest store owner, I discovered that the keys were part of a creative town program designed to allow anyone to sit down and play, and add a melodious atmosphere to the downtown. Area high school students were given the task to paint the pianos, five total, and the final results are outstanding.



Then I decided to stop in the local bike shop.


Where I found this…


A Trek Skye. Which of course, I had to take for a spin…


Down by the James River.


Overall, I had a fantastic day and SUCH an exhilarating adventure! I met new faces, explored new places, and stumbled into fascinating spaces. I encourage everyone to get out, tour your town, and get to know your neighborhood. It is so worth it. Remember to always love yourself, get outdoors, and love everyone 🙂


Manifesto of the Free


Have you ever danced with a bee,

Given hugs to a tree,

Serenaded the night

Whilst down on one knee?

Have you ran to be free,

Thrown cares to the sea

And neglected your chores

‘Cause you’re lost in daydreams?

Do you wish you could be

Just as happy as me

Does it suit your monotonous,

Yet tedious scheme?

Give in to childlike whims

Whatever that means

Be one with the wind

And go live your fantasies ©

**Always remember to love everyone 🙂