Yeah, right now is the right time to ask yourself this question… “Am I doing what I’m doing right now because it makes me happy…or am I doing what I’m doing because I’d like to help someone else be happy.” Either one is OK. But it’s really so much better and so much fun to help someone else. If you only look at what makes … Read the rest…
Category Archives: love stuff
It doesn’t help you evolve. And I don’t mean metaphorically. And it doesn’t build up your muscles. So you don’t become one of the strong who survive. And many say it doesn’t actually provide any tangible benefits. So, why love anything at all? That’s the glaring question. Why love anything at all? Especially when you can’t even put your finger on what love is. … Read the rest…
My first true love lasted about four and a half years. Even though I thought it would be the rest of my life. But the relationship didn’t endure a separation that happened when I moved to Texas to be there for my dad who was suffering from terminal kidney failure. So much for the first true love. And after “getting over” it, I discovered … Read the rest…
“Gotta pay your dues if you wanna sing the blues. And you know it don’t come easy.” If you’re old enough, you might remember those lyrics from a song that Ringo Starr made famous. And another verse said, “I don’t ask for much, I only want trust. And you know it don’t come easy.” Those lyrics popped up in my brain this week when … Read the rest…
You can’t live without love. Oh sure, you can exist. But you can’t live. And your existence will be an exercise in futility at best…or a dark. lonely place at worst. Why go there, when it’s so easy to just let love live? So how do you let love live? You nurture it, watch it grow, and give it away as much as you … Read the rest…
Alright. I know you love me. And I know it’s not because I’m just a poet with soul. Even though I write to delight and ignite. But here’s the thing. You don’t love me the way God does. Now I don’t think, for even a nanosecond, that knowing that truth makes me appreciate your love, even one millimeter less. It’s just that your love, … Read the rest…
There I stood. In between the guitar player’s loud amp and the drummer’s crash cymbal. That’s where my equipment had been placed on a stage in front of business executives. Things had already fallen behind a bit. So, there was no time to rearrange anything. So, that’s where I was for an hour and a half. And take my advice. If you ever get … Read the rest…