White Pumpkins and Sipping Gunpowder Tea

I sit drinking a steaming cup of Gunpowder green tea, reflecting on life’s stupendous way of confusing and closing relationships. Reflecting on my childhood and the way it’s shaped my life. The way I’ve grown up and developed as a Child of God. How I am so close to something great yet so far away?Continue reading “White Pumpkins and Sipping Gunpowder Tea”

Clean Windows and Bright Thoughts

In the westward window hang colored glass crystals with cacti beneath. Hopefully not a bad omen for the day. Light streams in the brightly scrubbed glass I cleaned this morning. It makes a person wonder in that fraction of brightness why any darkness could exist. But that is momentous. Life happens and darkness wins sometimes.Continue reading “Clean Windows and Bright Thoughts”

Hot Tea and Camel Soap

It all started with tea.   A sweet blend of cloves and orange spice brightened my day around 4:00… Wait, perhaps this should be night? morning? And a luscious camel milk soap, which leaves quite a lovely scent, mind you. I do find it quite refreshing. This morning I awoke to a soft patter outside my window.Continue reading “Hot Tea and Camel Soap”

Blazing Heat of Summer and Black Coffee Philosophy

Wishful thinking is like black coffee it gets me up in the morning. 

The Fire of Red Birds Imagination

As my pen’s ink shot across the page in freehand the fire before me blazed. Seems as if the fire was also alight in my imagination as I churned out the words of my first short story. This time of recovery has greatly encouraged me to publish two books on Amazon. Which, God-willing will fairContinue reading “The Fire of Red Birds Imagination”