
When unicorns were still possible; When the purpose of knees was to be skinned; During that summer- Which may never have been at all; But which has become more real than the one that was-





It doesn't happen very often, but it finally got cold enough to light the fireplace. From the moment the match is lit I am hooked. Instantly, I become sucked into a hypnotic state watching the flames dance on the logs. Wanting nothing more than to sit in silence with my thoughts and mesmerized by the fire.
Why is it that Monday's always seem the most challenging day of the week? The first obstacle is just getting out of bed. As if going to work was not wonderful enough to look forward to, you have the morning traffic jams. Has everyone forgotten how to drive or are they just as anxious to get to work as I am? Then comes struggling through the day avoiding the certain “death by meetings” that awaits you. Just as the thought crosses your mind, “This day has got to be almost over!” you check the clock and it’s not even lunch time yet!
Do you have the courage to scream in a room filled with silenced people? Can your presence be felt by others without you ever speaking a single word? How will you continue to shine when darkness is engulfing all that is around you? Is it possible to stand out in a world that strives for conformity without losing a bit of yourself in the process? In the game that we play everyday of our lives will you take the easy path and become ordinary?
A brilliant display of light flashed in front of me while passing through a graveyard. It took me by surprise, so much so, that I turned around to see what might have caused it. Sun shining through an old stained glass window in the back of a mausoleum, colors of light poured out from its doors. Strange as it may seem beauty can be found anywhere.