Category: Journal

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 was born in the same year that the original sci-fi movie, “The Day the Earth Stood Still,” was released. Being bipolar disordered, this knowledge triggered mild temporary delusional mania in my grand little illusionary brain… It’s soon squelched after a quick smile. I didn’t have a good relationship with my parents. My five years… Continue reading Growing Up

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 heaven-like 😇 fellowship of humanity God has no limitations. We have limits. But we tend to stretch those limits into accomplishments. That’s what we can do with God’s help. The Internet is an opening in space connecting the human race for everyone with access. The World Wide Web platform presents everything presentable on a… Continue reading Imagining

Love is very healing Unconditional love is a conundrum. (i.e., How can we love someone who hurts others, especially dogs.)  I think we cannot love anyone who’s hurtful without understanding why.  Mental illness pervades humans in varying degrees.  A means to understand and help mental illness in people is to research the “why” someone is… Continue reading Glee

I think of Sean Dietrich as a web friend. We’ve not met outside the internet. But in my mind, we’re good friends in heart. The heart bridges everything and everyone when it’s exercised with good intentions. We can connect with others in spirit over the web, in a book, through music, etc., same way we… Continue reading Sean of the South

I’m overwhelmed by the kindness and humor found in Sean’s blog. Sean and his commenters have shown me that it’s possible to love others and them love you back even over the metaphysical aspect of the internet. I have similar experiences with some others at Starship Asterisk member forum. I made web friends there as… Continue reading Web Friends

writing is something the heart teaches God builds a teacher ❤️ they were already here inside every child’s heart waiting beyond the fear for the angst to part and the hate to clear so that a new start can be kept near I hope this finds you well! I write imagining and hoping everyone on… Continue reading Writings

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