Shark Bone

 That's such a great question and one I struggle with a lot. What am I doing with my life? What am I doing with my blog? How can I accomplish what I want? What do I even want? I'm sure many people struggle with these questions. In fact, I know many people do. In my youth, I was a missionary for the church I was raised in and the message I carried did manage to help some people. It's a message I've since rejected due to a lot of factors and experiences, but that doesn't diminish the fact that it was of help to some individuals.  I've been finding my own way through life for many years. Due to the manner of my upbringing, the journey has been tumultuous. And, that journey is not over for me. I have many more things to learn, many more things to figure out about myself and for myself. But, I've found peace in that journey. Not that all my problems and issues and resolved, but that I have learned and discovered that the journey itself brings peace.  I'm not ...

"Hello, Stranger!" you say to me, as I sit at your table and pull the pitcher of beer towards me. "It's been quite awhile since you've been around here, telling your tales." I grab a mug from a neighboring table and toss the dregs onto the straw-strewn floor and wipe it out roughly with the bottom of my shirt before filling it from your pitcher. I meet your gaze and down all of it before slamming the mug down with a satisfied sigh. "Indeed it has," I answer. "But, I'm back!" I grin and chuckle to myself before adding, "For a time, anyway." --//-- So much time has gone by since I've updated this space! It's hard to believe; it feels like it's been forever, and at the same time, like no time has passed at all. But, here I am! With more to share! More words to write and thoughts to give shape! I've been writing up a storm since my last update and have jumped from one project to another, at least twice. In that t...

This past weekend, I experience an epiphany. My family and I went to an outdoor concert of The Desert Winds , led by my son's band teacher. That man is so passionate about music. He shared his passion with the audience through introductions and history snippets of each piece the band played. He shared his feelings about a couple of the pieces, and explained why one of the pieces was so important to him, having been a favorite of an old teacher of his who passed away a couple years prior. I wanted to feel that same passion about something in my life. I want my life to have that same color, that same rhythm, that same passion that he showed. I thought about it a lot, and I realized that I do feel that in a small way, for the written word, for stories. I figured that If I can learn to experience that same fire for the written word and the stories that I love, I can experience that same excitement for life that he showed. The written word has fascinated me for a very long time. It...