I am fifty-five years old. 55. Double-nickels. I wrote the number; I observed the number, and since then I have been musing about my life’s journey. It’s an odd sensation to accept my body has carried around my mind for 55 revolutions around the heliocentric center, better known as the Sun. When I was a child, I thought that 55 years old equaled near death. “Sucks to be you, dude!” With my mother’s death last December 2nd during her 83rd travel around the Sun, the experience has graced Continue Reading
Saying Goodbye To My Mother
My mother has made her self-guided, one-way journey crossing over the human rainbow bridge. I pray she gazed upward with curiosity at the rainbow’s full-color spectrum as she arrived at tranquility station. If heaven exists in a parallel universe that we cannot see with our naked eyes that’s just over the horizon behind an inviting light, I hope she smiled and felt at home. I hope there are other beings nearby her that she recognizes, she feels, and they welcomed her Continue Reading