This place

We all hit this place,

We desire to hear something more than the alarm clock going off,

car door slamming shut,

employee badge swiping the time clock.

We desire to hear life, to feel every pulse,

to live beyond all of that.

To not just strum some chords but to feel each note and it’s rhythm, within.

We desire to see something more than the glare of the sun hitting the windshield,

we desire to see the sun rise and hear the sun set, to feel every moment of it.

We desire laughter, not just to hear it but to feel the sound.

We desire to not just survive it all but to live through each moment, to be this expression of a life that can be felt from within.

Thankful and grateful

A day earlier but I wish everyone a memorable day of thanks and of giving.

May we ponder life and all that we take for granted and over look.

Hope all who celebrate enjoy their day with family and friends.

For those local: If you have no where to go free meals will be given at the local church(first Congregational)12p-2p.

-Grateful for the days that drag and lead absolutely nowhere.

-Grateful for the scars on my body seen and unseen, both have a story and a lesson learned.

-Grateful for the sleepless nights, those nights have taught me, my greatest battle is self.

-Grateful for those who have decided to leave my life and for those who have chosen to stay, both have taught me and shown me self.

-Grateful for the patients at work, I have found more life in those getting ready to pass on than in those living.

Grateful for the battles and rock bottoms I didn’t think I’d survive, both have taught me, within all of us exists both an addict and a sober nature.

-Grateful for family that has stood and remained despite hardships.

Grateful for the rescue dog(s)that have saved me. Have taught me patience.

-Grateful for the numerous conversations I’ve been privileged to have with the true poor they have shown me,

humanity is of spirit and not in fine cloth, perfect body size, polished nails, filters and expensive jewels. True humanity is within..of the spirit. The true poor are a mere reflection of those elected(privileged) officials who have failed those they were elected to serve.

-Grateful for the coffee person who seems to know exactly when I need that lift the most.

Grateful for the stranger on the street who said hi.

-Grateful for deep conversations that lead absolutely nowhere but leave you pondering life.

-Grateful for the simple breath, many are on their last today.

Personal share

So, the emails from the publisher are below.

I honestly wasn’t expecting such a strong reaction in favor of my pieces.

I had originally figured a chapbook would be about it but the company wants a full length book.

Work has been accepted and idk I’m somewhat surprised by the strong reaction.

Phase two in the writing journey.

Possibly a full length book to come!

Seeing this journey back began on a rock. The picture below is a route i had worked on for months, destroyed me and built me up again!

Heal

I had written this for someone but sometimes we all need to hear this. After reading all the way through.

Read again but only the words with * next to them. Originally posted on Facebook and was unable to italicize the words…

Heal….

If people choose to leave you, let them.

*Your*

reaction should be

grounded.

If people choose to treat you like less of person, let them.

*Worth*

is found within.

If people choose to discard you, let them.

*More*

People who truly

love and appreciate you

will have a clearer path.

If people lie to you, let them

*To*

force a lie to the light will fail.

That lie will be found by its own actions. Be still.

If people make you feel guilty for a well deserved reaction because of the wrong they’ve done, let them.

*Someone,*

will be there to bring vindication. Let it not be you.

If people are to busy to keep a relationship going, let them go.

*And that*

action will someday bear its own fruit, and they will feel all you’ve felt. So be kind but keep moving.

If people say they never meant to hurt you but hurt you anyway, let them. You see them now.

If someone doesn’t want to hurt you they simply won’t. Believe what they show you.

*Someone*

will help to guide you back and you will mend.

If people act careless with your emotions and heart, let them go.

Don’t hold onto someone who is willing to lose you. They’ve moved on and let go, now it

*Should be you.*

Heal…

Review

Very grateful for a book review that came in from the Philippines..

Beth Tremaglio/ Quiet Echoes’ pieces that the Philippines and its people can relate.

_____

I really enjoyed reading the whole book! Her poetry are deeply provoking since it talks about societal issues and human nature that we also experience and see in our country.

My favorites are “I Have Seen”, “Becoming What You Hate”, and my heart really cried for “Selling Hope”.

Hope y’all would be able to read these wonderful pieces. You may grab a copy of Quiet Echos at Amazon for only $6.38.

Donald

I am grateful to say my next book event will be at masters mana. Masters mana is a local food pantry that offers hope to so many. The goal is to fill the shelves and offer services to people like Donald.

This is Donald.

Donald is an elderly man who lived out of his car.

I remember Donald well, he would walk the streets of Wallingford offering to clean windows and anything that he could use a sponge for. In return all he asked for was a meal.

Months back I had the privilege of talking with Donald at a local laundry mat. He was standing on the curb asking passer buyers if he could clean their car windows or carry in laundry for $1, he wanted enough to earn a meal.

I let him take my clothes in and we sat and talked.

Some people were fairly disgusted with me because of his condition and the smell. Most of the people in the laundry mat thought he was an addict, alcoholic, lazy and someone who wanted a hand out. None of these people took the time to talk to him though just assumed they knew.

I took Donald outside because it was fairly uncomfortable for everyone.

Donald told me how he lost everything due to medical issues, lost his shelter and has no family. Eventually he was forced to live out of his car.

The system that he had worked to support failed him and left him stranded.

I gave him $5 to eat and wished him well.

I haven’t seen Donald in about 2 years and had always wondered what happened to him. The last I heard he was hospitalized but was later released.

Walking through masters mana I noticed Donald’s picture and I had asked what happened to him.

Gail explained how Donald was one of their success stories.

Donald was assigned a conservator and is now in a small apartment, and off the streets thanks to all the work masters mana has done.

Masters mana isn’t just about feeding those struggling and offering basic necessities. Masters mana is also about building success stories such as Donald’s.

Most understand that in today’s economy everyone being squeezed by their own leaders are only

a medical,

a loss of a job,

injury at work

(and other circumstances that aren’t always within our control),

paycheck away from losing everything.

This is hope…

Possible publisher

Some good news from a possible publisher.

Emily Hitchcock CEO of Boyle & Dalton has reviewed some of my work found on spill words.

The pieces she is most interested in are, the series “voices on skin.”

I’ve sent in more work for review and I am hoping to hear back 🙏🏽 as to whether or not my work accepted.

The waiting is the worst but then again, I never imagined any of this would happen.

I’d like yo thank everyone for your support, encouragement and sticking with me through my ramblings.