“In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends,” by Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

When I became disabled almost two years ago with MCS, I expected when it was announced I wasn’t going to be able to return to work that there would be such a flood of emails in my inbox that I would have to rest up to read them. Actually, it didn’t take me long to read the three short, “hope things work out” emails I received.

I’ve made a list of “maybe this is why no one emailed me” thoughts:

They were too busy.

They didn’t really like me in the first place.

They waited too long and then were embarrassed to contact me.

They felt shame that they didn’t listen when I told them that their perfume was making me sick and they wore it…

“In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends,” by Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

When I became disabled almost two years ago with MCS, I expected when it was announced I wasn’t going to be able to return to work that there would be such a flood of emails in my inbox that I would have to rest up to read them. Actually, it didn’t take me long to read the three short, “hope things work out” emails I received.

I’ve made a list of “maybe this is why no one emailed me” thoughts:

They were too busy.

They didn’t really like me in the first place.

They waited too long and then were embarrassed to contact me.

They felt shame that they didn’t listen when I told them that their perfume was making me sick and they wore it…

to dwell within the church of self
massive structure of gravitas
settled into the ground
no lofty aspirations
no aching spires
striving for the heavens
sufficient, in this moment
a sanctuary of stolid being
to kneel in contemplation
of the inertial mysteries
walls stone thick
withstand any assault
peace impenetrable
silent as a tomb
enveloping as a womb
rooted to the very earth
ceilings just high enough
to encompass the soul

* * *

Nature has long been my inspiration, my temple, my church, my chapel, my cathedral, and I have worshipped and met my maker in the most minute chambers and in the grandest of vistas.

But still, one is moved by sacred structures made of human hands and ingenuity. They offer a unique and important portal to the divine, for in their construction they interpose in a holy space between The Creation and The Creator, the creation of…

Day two in Sydney and the weather really let us down today and wouldn’t you just know it, the sun is out in Melbourne. Arrgh

Today we did the touristy attractions, Circular Quay, Sydney Opera house and Harbour bridge. We even took the ferry across to Manly and spent a few hours exploring.

I must say that I found the Opera House very disappointing. As spectacular as it is on the outside the inside is sadly quite a let down. I was expecting opulence, red velour carpet and big crystal chandelier’s what I found instead was a lot of concrete and not much else.

Climbing the Sydney Harbour bridge was an experience, the views from up there were just magnificent!!

Despite the rain and the grey gloomy sky above we managed to have another fun filled action packed, totally exhausting day. Time to soak my weary feet, Sydney sure has…

Day two in Sydney and the weather really let us down today and wouldn’t you just know it, the sun is out in Melbourne. Arrgh

Today we did the touristy attractions, Circular Quay, Sydney Opera house and Harbour bridge. We even took the ferry across to Manly and spent a few hours exploring.

I must say that I found the Opera House very disappointing. As spectacular as it is on the outside the inside is sadly quite a let down. I was expecting opulence, red velour carpet and big crystal chandelier’s what I found instead was a lot of concrete and not much else.

Climbing the Sydney Harbour bridge was an experience, the views from up there were just magnificent!!

Despite the rain and the grey gloomy sky above we managed to have another fun filled action packed, totally exhausting day. Time to soak my weary feet, Sydney sure has…

I haven’t come here for acceptance
I am convinced such a thing is not even
Yours to give

I’m definitely not here for fellowship
For sure I am that such sentiment
Died with Tolkien
Before the forging of the one ring

This is no quest for recognition
I claim not to be some patron of the arts
All art ever did was convince me
That my style and the worlds
Are galaxies apart

My being is no longer yearning
For some formal understanding
Content I have become in playing
The jilted believer
This role is no longer subject to
Ordinarily ordained emotions

I’m not that into common purpose
For my purpose is far from common
And the common is too rare
For me to catch long enough
To apply for membership

This is not the fleeting look
Of a weakening eye
In the face of a growing storm
Building against…