In a Year of Turmoil, A Story of Hope

The early part of this year was extremely brutal, with many losses, changes, bad news, and for many months it seemed like it would never end.  Today, I can finally write a story of hope and courage.  For some, it is a miracle.  For others, a tragedy.  But in the end, it is a story … Continue reading In a Year of Turmoil, A Story of Hope

Deep Traumatic Response

I'm just home from work, winding down, and thinking about what I could write about, and amid all of the fluff stories and sensationalism I found a gem.  It's not a ground-breaking story with some major revelation, it doesn't have to be.  The subject is a tough-enough one to deal with anyway. Be aware, before … Continue reading Deep Traumatic Response

History Is Written By The…

The temperature in the desert is up again, and so is the humidity.  We've made some recent changes to our routine, adding in regular yoga and more meditation exercises, and I'm seeking to make other changes to remove some areas of negativity that have gotten unreasonable.  Making these changes, has given me time to think, … Continue reading History Is Written By The…

Pay to What???

So as many of you know, music in our home isn't just something that we play, it's a big part of what we do.  Music is life in our home, and there is always at least one project happening, and often more than one.  I've been to more shows than I can count where, if … Continue reading Pay to What???

Getting Real

Today, I need to get personal, and I need to get real.  I could ask the question, "What does it take to become a minister?", or make a comment regarding hypocrisy, and how most people (including myself), will make complaints about what other people are doing, but refuse  to see it in themselves. Today, I'm … Continue reading Getting Real

Spending Time Alone

For most of my life, I hated being alone.  I hated the fear of what was going to return, I hated the fear of not having done enough, or done something wrong.  The uncomfortability of being part of a dysfunctional home was preferable to the fear of not knowing.  Plus, having someone else in the … Continue reading Spending Time Alone