Saturday, February 18, 2017

Reflections: Boxes


I’m not a contortionist, heck I’m lucky if I can touch my toes. Are you one? A contortionist? You know one of those limber than limber beings who appear to have no bones, rubber for limbs (and everything else) who bend and fold like no human should be able to.


We watch in total fascination how they move and shape themselves into a small box. How they slowly unravel upon release.


So, I’ll ask again…are you one? Already said I’m not.



Why then do we accept being boxed in by our own thoughts and others’ perceptions?



Saturday, February 11, 2017

Spotlight: Hypocrite or liar









Simple question:   Is there a difference?


Simple statement? There’s a difference.


Saturday, February 4, 2017

You’ll never truly know: another’s life

…ever. Even our shared experiences are different simply due to us being different.

Husbands and wives, boyfriends or girlfriends, parent or child, our individualities will keep us apart. Joys and griefs will be different, deeper, lighter, quiet or raging.

We’ll smile, nod our heads, and tell about our experience. We’ll express our concern, fears, or happiness. Advice may be given, to the questions not really asking.

And in the end, we may understand, but we’ll never know.