Being in the moment
Today is the 21st birthday of my oldest daughter. We have some great mountain trails near our home and my daughter has been inviting me to go jogging with her on these trails. In my... More »
Today is the 21st birthday of my oldest daughter. We have some great mountain trails near our home and my daughter has been inviting me to go jogging with her on these trails. In my... More »
Deep within under the needy layers Beyond distorted fragments created from hunger. Buried by shoddily manufactured illusions Cheap plastic toys with wanting eyes and grabby hands. Countless self help videos set on auto replay Defining... More »
Loving raindrop quenches earth Graceful tree dances with wind Bright eyed flower sings to sky Angelic mother breaths in babe Prophetic farmer looks to ground Swirling ocean makes love to cloud Silent rock speaks of... More »
Through this window of self reflection I stand looking at the person looking back at me. I know his name... I know his history.... I know his strengths.... I know his weaknesses....I even know his... More »
Desire laughing at us through a carnival mirror, a distorted twisted laugh.... Poisoned by our need of outside admiration we are drones to shiny things that advertise "I am smart", "I am successful", "I am... More »
I thought a country blues song would fit in quite nicely with the theme for today. I'm not much of a song writer so if anybody can think up some additional fun verses please feel... More »
High on some wooded mountain side there lives a small.... simple.... flower...The purity of its subtle perfume will never become a memory of that beautiful day..... It's color will never remind an old woman of... More »
Silence greeted me this morning as I awoke. For moments just few sorting my world composed by dreams from this physical state I confidently have named reality, in these fleeting moments a panic swells through... More »
Within the seasons of earth are jewels of meaning. Nature reflecting herself in the course of life. A treasure hidden to the distracted eye yet clear to the soul. As a breath of fresh air... More »
My grandfather George Heaton grew up in a very small farming community called Alton Utah. His father (son of a polygamist from Arizona) was killed in a horse accident while he was out plowing in... More »