CONFESSION ZERO

On the morning of the fourth of July, I awoke to a sound. I sat up beneath the shade of the tree and gathered my things and went to investigate. I looked in the direction of the sound and saw a baby bear hopping up and down on a trash bag it had just tossed in the air as the Mother bear stood as sentinel. I dropped my blankets (in case I had need to run) and stepped ever so lightly toward the baby bear (at an angle that favored the front door) … the cub saw or smelled me, because baby and mama bear instinctually hightailed it around the cabin and out of sight. I uttered a sorry and (instinctually) hustled inside. It was a lovely experience to have witnessed, although, at the wee hour of 6 in the morning, before coffee, before sustenance, before my eyes had adjusted to the light, it was a bit much to consider. From that experience I took away that there were bears in the area and that I was fortunate on several levels. That night, when sleep beckoned me, I laid my head bene...

( The Timeless Roulette ) The box floated before me. It seemed to crumble the nearer to truth it grew and I was scrambling around for the pieces that resembled me and there were so many of you and I danced as fast as I could, but these secrets, they‘ve got to go! Those that sought my heart like a hunter and those that shrieked at my sightlessness came calling their whispers for me to turn up the volume on my dreams and the old familiar song would begin and belief would carry me to the brink of me and… I cried because of what I saw of man. I howled when my choices were revealed to me wearing their grave sorrow. Fear. My sin is fear, yet there have been times when my elixir was courage, another name for spirit. It’s true. This night I’ve learned a thing about myself, dancing with all spirits can be a distraction, each of you- Goodness. Safety. Love… Where am I? Heaven? (Yes.) There are those that have believed in truth over belief and to those I smile on and ask, where ...