Our trajectory of time perceives far different when we find ourselves in the phases of grief. To that loss of a loved one pronounces upon the spirit with indelicate force. Time it seems to move through stillness, like a shadow against the wall invading your internal space and every facet…

The Sketch Of A Character There is an internal which directs the form of ones foundational truth, the very cause of the individual. Yet also, the external influences… the soil to that roots our existence, to that we live. We can not find solidity in absolute if the internal and…

A silhouette of Christmas time reflects upon the snow, shadows of times past that once kept our spirits aglow. Fragile the silver sheen ice creates a frozen chill.. no meet and greet, upon the streets less lit and darker than years a still. Silently we part … forgetting the Christmas…

There is a bliss in the winters brisk presence. It’s in times to that the world is more then grey, that we become comforted in the will of soul to move through… beckoning self to see not what’s in the world but the outline of the world we care to…