Short Stories

I’ll take it with a grain of salt. I always do. I’ll take your absence with a grain of salt. I’ll take your reluctance with a grain of salt. I’ll take your withdraw, your forgetfulness, […]

There are times when my naturally joyful, loving, serene self needs a rest. There are times when I’ve had enough, when it is time to let the Lion roar and have the world take notice. […]

There is so much he can feel.

I sit watching a movie in the vestibule of my existence, not quite wanting to enter the main room where I store my deepest thoughts and wildest imaginations. Yet the voice, that wild creator of mayhem and precious chaos, beckons me forward.

Sometimes tears aren’t agents of pain. Sometimes those precious little drops are signs of growth, of love, and of an undeniable quest for liberation. If grown men don’t cry, as I was taught, then perhaps […]

I’m not sure when I became so afraid of you. When the very idea of you began to spook me. When the notion of falling started to send those waves of fear up my spine. […]

The trouble is, you think you have time. ~Jack Kornfield.

I can never be sure about things. Even when I am certain, I am not sure. Even when I am firm on a path, my mind wavers at each crossroad, my feet weakened to their task.