Today found these two photos, and had to talk my way into them, to see why they interested me. Then, i realized that I often have to express in order to know. How annoying to others, i thought, then kept talking…so,

Confessions of one who must talk or write or art his way into Life each day…no longer for approval, but just to know where I’m at!

When I don’t know where I am, i speak and write, until i am grounded again in what Is. It’s always been like that. Expression is an anchor for me. Or, a tracer i shoot out to see the way through the skies of knowing each day.

So, Let my little words, meet Word in mid air then, and be happily informed, grounded and contoured, edited by this unseen encounter. And let my angels, much less other people, be not bored by my sonic explorations. I know that half my prayer is stumbling into what i’m (then Your) really praying. So forgive the introduction God, let’s skip to the good part. Thanks friend again, and also thanks for not stop talking to me over the years. If You, oh God, were not a babbling brook, I would not have learned to swim at all! Amen.

And some days i discover a ferris wheel above my head, and others that I am talking and walking towards a mountain. Those are good days.