Category: Journal

writing is something the heart teaches My writing starts out wrinkled and wacky. It usually takes a good bit of proofreading and editing to smooth out the rough edges into something less wacky noodled. This piece was no exception. I think it’s of some interest that I was born in the same year that the… Continue reading Writings

From me I have an internally focused lens. Everything I see and hear travels through that lens directly into my disordered brain. My brain then assimilates the information into “what does this have to do with me?” What did I do or say that caused the information to come into my head? Was it a… Continue reading Prayer for You

So is, NOT saving the world With Ed’s Art Site, I’m talking to everyone… at once… but only if they happen to be browsing the internet and also happen to land upon this website. Ed’s Art Site is kinda like a far away, up close and personal, wandering planet orbiting the web from a goodly distance…… Continue reading Saving the World is Hard

God Talk Glancing out my bathroom window this morning I noticed a bright reflection in the early darkness.  It took me a second to focus on the lit lower beech tree limb leaves. The ground was dark. The patch of leaves was light. God “spoke” to me in that moment, as He always does when… Continue reading Quickbeam

The child in the mirror is closer than they appear I thought I would write about hiding mental illness as a child. But maybe I just want to write. Let it go and let it flow… after all it’s been eight decades. The child is getting older now. My first standout memory comes as a… Continue reading OpenEd Source

Updated May 24, 2026 Many vulnerable creatures take evasive actions. The butterfly flies in wacky fashion. Never a straight line like the ability of a crow. Crows don’t act vulnerable. They’re kinda bossy. Taking on all sorts of predators in an annoyance roll. They sound the alarm about snakes and cats. They can try to… Continue reading Suicide

My brain is a hurricane under rein. The more I’m able to overcome my bipolar disordered intermittent narcissistic tendency, the closer I feel with God. My inner life’s journey has been kinda like cleaning up a mess in the yard during a storm. You probably wouldn’t know that without my telling you. I’m usually polite… Continue reading Bipolar

I love this little cloud pareidolia. While there are literally hundreds of thousands of motorcycles similar to mine out there I choose to see a caricature of Yona in the cloud. Front fairing and all, with little trailing puffs of cartoon engine smoke! 10:36 AM, June 27, 2019 – Newland, North Carolina – I was riding alone down the… Continue reading God Wink

Memories are made up of what we don’t forget! That’s a basic simple truth. And if your past the age of twelve you understand what I mean.  Love begets love… another basic simple truth. The best thing about growing up is the fond memories. The worse thing is the arthritis. One of my favorite memories… Continue reading Memories

A New Beginning This is an old hickory tree in our front yard that leaned out over the driveway toward the street. Its growth pattern over the years had been influenced by the big white oaks surrounding it. Our yard has mostly white oaks. The hickory was an intruder with high hopes. One early spring… Continue reading The Hickory

An artist’s blind path. 1969 was the year I would have graduated high school but had different ideas. I’m a stubborn commonologist. Over my life I’ve had a number of favorite music artists. Many reaching the depths of my soul and lifting me out and up. The Moody Blues captured “up” the longest with this wistful wishful… Continue reading Life