"I step outside, camera in hand and photograph him. We play and practice together. I shoot various stages of his flowering lifecyle..."
"Hey SMO, come outside, I brought you a present," he said. Stepping outside the backdoor, there on the driveway next to the house in a ten-inch black plastic garden center bucket stood Hubbard..
For this naïve, young teenager, every morning as I brushed my teeth, I’d stand there looking in the mirror scared, forced to confront fear head-on and put on a suit of armor. Every day self-terrorizing with wonder, no, worry about what possible traumatic interaction I’d be forced to defend myself against – alone – amid the hostile environment known as the school halls of hormonally-charged teenagers... follow to read the full story.
He's baaack... I naively thought that when my address changed and the pictures and memorabilia trinkets were safely tucked away in storage he would cease to continue within my life...
"I always thought every day was a gift, but now I am looking for where to send the thank you note." ~ Randy Pausch In recent years, I've cultivated a reputation for writing "the best thank you notes." Those are not my words, just a five word summary that has been repeated back to me … Continue reading Dr. Bill and the Igloo – A love story
Each time the losses and deceptions of life teach us about impermanence, they bring us closer to the truth. When you fall from a great height, there is only one possible place to land: on the ground-the ground of truth. And if you have the understanding that comes from spiritual practice, then falling is in … Continue reading Impermanence
"No one is actually dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away..." ~ Terry Pratchett What's happening here? I asked him. He replied, "A key broke loose and I'm gluing it back in place." Ha, well that's certainly a creative way, I retorted speculating on the curiously odd way he was going … Continue reading Three to Five