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January 30, 2013
The sun is shining brightly above the rolling forested hill side. Afternoon shadows fall on the field below my window. I can hear the chirping of birds echoing through the trees and the sound of a helicopter droning overhead. The double paneled window in front of my desk completely slides into the wall creating a large screened view of the beauty below. Crows seem to have a softer caw in California. In the distance I hear the roar of traffic on Hwy 101 North and South. A cool breeze blows through the window giving my shirtless skin a light chill. I poise ready for some brilliant thought to appear in my mind and magically transfer to the keyboard of my MacBook and onto the screen. I poise. I pause. I pay attention. I create a sense of well being sitting quietly and peaceful in a still and higher place. A fly on the window screen grooms itself then power walks back and forth on my periphery. I hear the dryer. I pause. No thought comes. But this is good as too many thoughts run simultaneously through my head most of the time. I am enjoying the stillness.
One day later. Still waiting.


January 22, 2013
I have been navigating a raging river of troubles. Mark Twain would say they are mostly imagined. They seem mighty real to me though. Car trouble. Lots of that. Indecision trouble. Tons of that. Wishy washy worry. Truck loads of that. Fear of the unknown. Tsunamis of that. Flash backs of Vietnam. Barrages of that. Missing my loved ones. Hurricanes of that.
And yet there are moments of intense beauty in the sunrises and sunsets here in California. Glimpses of peace in the understanding of a friend. Listening to a brother in arms tell of the same pain I feel everyday. There is so much comfort in the knowledge that I am not the only one. My heart beats with one long prayer for peace. World peace. Inner peace. Lasting peace. The peace that comes from healing old wounds. One counselor told me that "there is no cure for post traumatic stress disorder that resulted from combat. Maybe if there was a time machine and you could go back and undo the experience but there is not." Not something I wanted to hear.
There is comfort in spending time with others who endured the same anguish of war, the moral failure of the leadership in waging that war, of the lies upon lies that were told to so many young people. It is not revisiting the experience, I would not like that, it is sharing the similar impact it has had on our lives and the lives of the people we love. It is learning new skills to avoid the life collisions that recur as a result of PTSD and the crazy that goes with it.
So I pray a prayer of healing to brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers, and to all who wind their way through these struggles. May peace find you and may you find comfort too in knowing you are not alone.

Sending out the love.


January 18, 2013

So here we are after the world has ended watching the moon and stars and waiting. It is a cold winter in times and weather. It is a time of transition and change or upheaval. A time to learn and a time to let go. Even so there is hope and comfort. I am not sure from where. Laughter. Music. Friends and loved ones. And a call to slumber and dreams of brighter days. And also to relish the beauty around us and the wonder of it all.
I am not sure why I quit writing but I think it is time to dust off the keys and get to work. Doing what I love. Writing.

Sending out the love



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