Category Archives: Holidays

Love Is a Dance to The Music of Infinite Grace

Love Is a Dance to The Music of Infinite Grace

It is easy to waltz to the light notes of life but often love is a dance through darkness and strife.

Life is knowing when living means turning away from the chorus of minds that sing love is a make-believe play.Read More

The Death of Originality

The Death of Originality

The death of originality is the slow death: The original death of the mind that needs the time to stop and think: “My world is mine”.

Courtship of our potential mind is much like the mating courtship. We can become mind lovers or mental masturbators. We can watch porno or find poetry in making love; we can seek casual affairs without intellect or seek to feel and understand the mind of our lovers.Read More

Call it ANYTHING; it’s still CHRISTMAS

Call it ANYTHING; it’s still CHRISTMAS

Christmas is memory enshrined in its simplest form. A recollection that grows from a collection of childhood beginnings when times were constant and wishes had feelings that grew into reasons to remember. We all have our favorite Christmas story: that very personal one that ages with us but never grows old as its meaning constantly reaches back into childhood perception. This is mine, and each year it carries me back to when I was a little boy awestruck by the two men who shaped my youth.

A Tale of Two Atheists

I was nine when I watched my father and grandfather battle to a potential death on the communal front lawn.Read More

SEPTEMBER: Falling leaves and dried out thoughts

SEPTEMBER: Falling leaves and dried out thoughts

Gender differences UNITE us; if they SEPARATE us we are meant to be APART. It is far easier to take any two clients of same or different sex and detail their differences than it is to group according to gender.Read More

Valentine’s: The Day of the Child

Valentine’s: The Day of the Child

A lie lives in the lair of love that rapes the intellect and turns adult romance into a droll marketing tool. It was a child’s game when we were children: A game to teach Kindergarten minds to share. With red crayons we drew teardrop shapes on white paper to take home to Mom. Love becameRead MoreRead More

Christ, Closure and the Crazy Callousness of Christmas

Christ, Closure and the Crazy Callousness of Christmas

We have viewed life from the extreme while living in the midst of conformity. It was never easy. Easy was stripped away long ago. The short dark days of winter slice away the long lingering sunsets of summer exceedingly fast on our West Coast. Early October we were lying nearly naked in the hot sandsRead MoreRead More

The Dirt on Diets: Part 2

The Dirt on Diets: Part 2

After five days the bloat is gone: the fluid our bodies held inside to dilute the excessive quantities of sugar and salt we ingested during our two-week holiday binge has been flushed away. Those twenty pounds we dramatized last week as dirty-fat were, thankfully, not totally stored as fat. It is impossible for us toRead MoreRead More

The Dirt on Diets

The Dirt on Diets

There is only one word to describe how we feel this morning: Dirty. Saturated with sinful dirt that cannot be washed away; we tried for an hour in a hot tub of shampoos and soaps. This evil feeling is much too deep for simple suds to reach. Such sin lies beneath the skin. Actually, muchRead MoreRead More

New Year Resolutions

New Year Resolutions

New Year Resolutions serve a purpose. They let us enjoy that last piece of cake washed down with our choice of mind-altering escape. The Decree of The Unhappy, damned to a calendar change, looms like unrequited glutinous ghosts of New Years past. Resolutions, made in the dead of winter – as snow falls and frostRead MoreRead More

Dressing the Stage: One Week to an Adult Christmas

Dressing the Stage: One Week to an Adult Christmas

Dressing Christmas: Week Three Love is the ultimate game of secrets: not secrets between the lovers but secrets from all others. With this in mind we wish you Merry Seasonal Secrets. From Love is For Sharing (edited for the timid reader): Before Rod and I began this business, long before, for as long as IRead MoreRead More