Musings

Doubt is a writer’s greatest antagonist.

Just Writing

“You must always relinquish a part of yourself in order to become a part of someone else’s you.”

On Death and Dying

“My frail and failing body lies upon a pallet of earthen moss and rotting leaves, the loamy scent of autumns past, laboriously drawn with shallow breath as I stare upward through twisted branch and tangled limb of gnarled and ancient oak, searching reddened, cloud-strewn skies for one they call Creator. It is He I wait for now.”   

“With trembling fingers intertwined, my eyes drift slowly shut as peaceful darkness falls upon me, surrounds me, shrouds me, and shows its truth to me. It is then that my presence slips away, the great unknown, unknown no more.”