the not so lone journey.

The silent secrets are beginning to chatter
the wall of my mind beginning to speak.


Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep...

Journey with me on this day
my beautiful friend, lead the way

what to feel

As of late I have been complaining that I just go through the motions of life not actually living.

This is one of my few fears in life.

A friend of mine asked me recently to stop feeling.
I can't. I won't. It's not part of who I am. It's defiantly not who I want to be.

Being empathic is key to my existence.

It's how I help to facilitate healing in others. I feel their pain, I feel their sorrow, their happiness and success. I feel their silent prayers to the beyond.
I shed my tears to cleanse their soul.

I feel so much, I rarely feel my self.

When I stand behind a camera I am not thinking, I feel. Nothing else matters, it's about knowing when to click the shutter.
That freeze frame in time.
To capture TIME.
It is one of the few ways we can physically hold time in our hands.
To revisit a passing moment.
To invoke the energy of that 1/60 of a second.

I would not wish it another way.

I seek to find the balance.

thoughts?

are you ready for this?

your father has a year to live,
liver and lung cancer

step on a speed train and go and go

As I journey this path there is only one person that I need to tell me to love my life.
Me.
Last summer I was given a gift that I will forever cherish. For this, you will always have a place in my heart.

Thank you.

A.W.O.L.

this is normal.
its part of who i am
its how i deal.

its no worse this time...
is it?

with nothing left to give
its time to recharge.

sometimes we all need to take a little time for ourselves.
figure out who we are
and what we need

so i withdraw
to regroup

this is something i must do alone,
so that it is mine,
so that it is ME

this is not depression

its self-actualization

they were all right
all of them

its not enough
it will never be enough

speak to his soul
even it will tell you

its nothing she will find in anyone
its whats lacking in herself

the eleventh minute

5:11am

i count each plank down the dock

dawn has begun splashing her vibrant rays

the gently rippled river
painted with an innocent brilliance

two fervid old souls halt for a moment of perfection

perfection...