“The struggle itself toward the highest is enough to fill a person’s heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.” Albert Camus, “Myth of Sisyphus” It was Tuesday night Happy Hour at a lovely hotel bar. Three stair flights up to the third floor to arrive at an elegant, dimly-lit dining space with refined eats and drinks, and soul-soothing live music. After the first few steps up from the hotel lobby, I got out of breath. Before the third set of stairs, I had to stop and catch my b

“Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.” ~Rumi Love. One syllable. A simple word with the most complex, layered, nuanced meaning. The deepest of human emotions, love. It’s the feeling we all want, need, crave. We all want to be loved. Love hurts. It really does. It’s painful to feel true romantic love. It’s painful to have love and lose it. Unrequited love is one of the most painful human emotional experiences. Love twists up the core of me, an

I’ve been struggling. Pushing through the feeling of going through the motions of my life. Watching myself move through life at a short distance outside myself. It’s at times I feel this way, I make a conscious effort to return to the source. Return to the source of why I’ve made certain decisions, and why I’ve taken certain paths in my life. The source of what makes me, me, and what brought me to where I am in my life. Returning to my source, or sources, helps clear some of

The Fab 40’s are alight in holiday glow. A simple errand runs me into backed-up holiday- light traffic. All I want to do is get my dinner home, and rest, but I end up amongst crowds of revelers. It's ok, though, it makes me smile at the irony of it all. December came quick and is extra chilly-dark this year. My heart drifts home to be under a warm blanket, leaving the rest of my body and mind feeling disconnected from the day-to-day. Backyard Persimmons Nights are long and sh