Month: September 2025

How I long to live in a world of Love

How I long to always come from a place of patience

To give others the benefit of the doubt – always

To default to trust and shower with kindness

Oh, how I wish to share with the world the best version of myself and receive in kind

To be vulnerable with those around me and stand as a guardian in their time of unease

To care

To listen

To really listen to others and their plight

Understand their pain

See from their perspective

Oh, how I long for peace

For grace

For Love

911, no doubt will most definitely go down as the biggest tragedy in my lifetime and I think anyone who was around and old enough to be aware of what was going on at the time will never be the same because of it. I know I won’t. Everything changed because of that.

Immediately after the event there was a type of communing that happened – and hasn’t happened since – that instantly distilled the world down to what was important. There was a different look in people’s eyes when you saw them on the street. There was empathy, humility and do I dare say Love. Since then, there are little traces of such progress. In fact, some would argue we’re going in the wrong direction.

Why is it that it takes a friend or family member to be on their deathbed before we’re able to let our guard down and drop our ego in order to connect with them. We’re all fully capable of such behavior right now. Today. In this very moment.

Lord knows we don’t need another tragedy in this world to question our motives and behavior. It’s just perspective. We just need to choose the proper one. We can all do that today. Can’t we?

This is more than enough.

The sunrise that unfolds before me as the indigo sky fades to pink hues.

The silence of the morning with the echoes of the song birds in the distance.

The cool air filling my lungs

The highlights and shadows passing before my eyes.

This moment in time whatever it is and needs to be.

This feeling. This time. These thoughts are more than enough for me.

There is a tiny piece of something curious in me that is slowly taking hold deep within my beliefs like a rogue and wily tree grasping onto life in bony soil. It’s spreading throughout my being like a faint whisper of tall tales amongst seasoned men. Growing. Reaching. Rooting itself and intertwining it’s tentacles throughout its’ dark place where it has made it’s home inside me.

It’s called Possibility and it can be fiercely infectious. It starts as just a sliver within, only to become a gaping black hole in which we place all our most brilliant ideas.

If we dare to walk into the abyss alone.