Two days before Christmas, My Muse came down with a cold. Upon testing, we learned, to our amazement, that she has COVID-19. She is crushed. Being a muse is much more complicated than I thought. Such are the ways of the elusive and fickle Christmas Spirit.
Lost that Christmas Spirit again? Time to find a Muse.
The transition from summer’s sweltering heat to autumn’s refreshing coolness, felt first in the gentle, whispering breezes, was always a cue for Lilly to begin the cheerful humming of her favorite Christmas melodies. For me, however, this humming had become a harbinger of what fast approached: frozen water troughs, snow-filled roads, and me repeatedly falling […]
Time…
The last five years have sailed by far too fast. In 2019, I began writing what I called “my novel” and have amassed an enormous pile of notes and papers and assembled “test” books filled, at last count, with approximately 100,000+ words. Stepping back, I realized that the book’s ending was written long ago, it’s […]
Why Are We Here? Right here?
I don’t mean in the existential sense, I mean here, right here; look down at your feet. Have you ever wondered what kind of bad luck, Karma or whatever, it takes to be struck by lightning or hit on the head by a falling branch? You’ve tempted fate, driven recklessly, flown in storms and maybe […]
Thought: It’s time for the sheep to get the flock away from the shepherd.
This picture has been all over social media… My thoughts: Why, of course I can pray that his burden goes away, but, why ruin such a well scripted act. For if in God he believes, then God it must be who’ll grant relief to his poor aching back. The issue, you see, lies in what […]
Lost in peace
We speak of inner peace as if it’s obtainable. With the exception of the loved and lost, it isn’t. One cannot rest at peace in this mad, mad world and still reside above it’s soil. M.S. McCown 2019
Wisdom?
I was forced to pause at the edge of the precipice…
…and then I turned around and looked back. It was breathtaking and I wept. In pursuit of tomorrow, I had forgotten about yesterday. M.S McCown 2019
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