Do I remember my song?Where does my song come from?Am I willing to sing it? A Hole in the Sky
(from the Colville Native American tradition) In the time before humans were born, the critters and birds had a tough time of it. The sky was always…
• What I want you to think about me? • What I want to hide from? • Will I let you see me? Selfish Pig a tale by Eugene Marckx
Once upon a time there was a king and queen who loved each other so very openly.…
• What all is it I’m risking? • Am I too risk averse? • I’m I willing to not take the risk? • Do I know the benefits of risk? The Journey by Mary Oliver One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting…
• What did it cost me to belong? • How much of myself did I give away? • What will I do to get it back? Oh Lord, It’s Hard to Be Humble by Mac Davis Oh Lord it’s hard to be humble When you’re perfect in every way I can’t wait to look in…
Online Event 2021 A Gathering of Men presents The Gifts I Have to Give to the World Everyone comes into this world endowed with a unique genius, a special gift for the world. This gift is hidden from us. Our call is to discover this gift and be our authentic self. Our social and familial…
Find a place at the edge of a swamp Listen and learn and take in who goes – who stays – what’s eaten – what decays – all the stinks and stews of it in the percolating ooze of a swamp’s necessities until you realize this isn’t all that life’s about When you come away…
By: Tom Wilk Sept 2019 NOTE: This fable is written in 2nd person form, attempting to place YOU directly into the story. Please interpret each action of the main character from your own personal point-of-view. Consider each decision, action or question as your own “I Statement”. Let’s just say it’s a beautiful Fall day and…
Dad where have you gone? Did you leap quicksilver into a big run of legendary June Hogs now long lost? Or are you too smart for that? Did you break through the trap of extinction holding to the shadows of that dam in back of my mind—thinking but not showing much? Once in a…
Among my brothers and sisters we don’t send cards on birthdays, but we always try to make time to call — to talk and listen, even if for only a few minutes. These moments are often forgotten but not the sound and warmth of the voice. It was my birthday in the middle of the…
by John Thompson No words can speak the power of “I AM HERE” For when black thunder cracks on blood-red plains The horseman comes, the storm-chaser of dreams His feathered spear raised high he splits the wind And silences the babbling tongues of men. My words mean nothing, nor is my story told But lived,…