How many wordsmiths do we have online nowadays? People posting web logs, or ‘Blogs’ as they are called in shorthand, create virtual tapestries of life in a medium that affords anonymity to a point. Our society thrives on anonymity to a certain point, bit sooner or later our egos push us into the spotlight. We all want to craft our burdensome lives into something the neighbors will envy us for. However, once we get there – we must decide – did we really want to air that much ‘dirty laundry’ before we arrived?? We ask ourselves once we’ve reached our destination, “Is it worth it?”

Just thinking in cyberspace. Are you?

What’s in a name? A lot of power – that’s what. I have muse for a while now on the notion of magic and mystery in numbers and letters and the simple motive power within each word we speak. Take for instance when one I your childhood friends hose to say a word they one you would always laugh at…that woe had power over your emotional state, and consequently that person had power over you. Hmm. Interesting isn’t it?

More on this later.

Did anybody ever laugh at the word “fork?”

I have a dream; I have many, in fact. One stands out vivid in my memory this cool crisp February morning. When a person appears in your dreams repeatedly I would submit the notion that person must be of great significance to you…. just as Stephanie appears in my own dreams. She is the stuff of my erotic dreams and the mettle to my waking hours. As evidence, I can only remind myself this way that whenever I am in a foul mood, or discordent frame of mind – I need only look at her, and hear her voice to be calmed. LOL, a relative of mine used to quip, “there’s magic in them thar hills;” and I say her name is Stephanie. It’s quite poetic in a way – geographically speaking of course – she in Canada, and I in Washington.

I wake this morning to build my dream. My dreams are of a life with a beautiful, sexy girl; she is smart, and full of energy, and empowers me with her love.

I love her. She is dear to me. She who kisses me may not even realize what I need to build our dreams…as long as she continues to affect me with her passion there is no power on this earth that can stop us from becoming everything our hearts desire. Kiss me, Stephanie, kiss me.

I often stop along my journey to smell the proverbial roses. Though cliché it has always served me well as a practise. In many occassion if I had not I would have been I a world of hurt for ignoring the temperature of my surroundings. In fact, since I’ve danced around this metaphor enough I shall like to get straight to the topic of my latest observations.

Have you ever stopped to look at the “current” of a flame?? Oh yes! No joke – I say current, because off you look closely it takesvon the same fluid motion water does when flowing or rather being pulled by a massive force to the nearest void of that like energy source. It is really quite a beautiful thing!

As always, that is my latest musing captured in cyberspace from farm far far away…ciao for now.

A man in search of love can find it in any part of the world and not feel the tendrils of daily existence pull at his shirt tails. I believe there are a few soulmates left in the world that will go to the ends of the proverbial world for each other… I suppose the question that must be at least entertained here is whether this power of conviction is fueled by pure love itself or the desire to possess another’s heart and see it free. Or perhaps this need to be connected to someone goes even deeper thAn mere psychology, but rather biology.

I’ll ponder this one over the weekend as I plan out when I can next reconnect with MY love will be.

Ciao for now

We are but pawns to the game of power. Power in politics, power on the playground, and thm there is power – I’m power! We are society almost completely dependant on our power lines to feed us energy that is all around us in the first place… How do ya’ like them apples?? I justbthought i’d make a little observation. Of’s not likebmostbof us haven’t come face to face with that sad truth from storm to storm, eh.

More on this later perhaps.

Dreaming – I wouldn’t presume to think that everyone dreams every night allvthe time, but I sure do. Dream interpretation is becoming quite the science for me these days. More on this as the dream progresses, and I – get more shuteye!

Welcome to WordPress.com.

So. My first web log posting… A blog. A diary or journal by any other definition, right? A rose by any other name…. When next I post something it will be slightly more profound, and interesting prose.

Ciao.