Froime

Part I My world is on a jagged, roller coaster ride.  Sometimes the path appears to be straight without any impediments along the way and suddenly, under one of the wheels that ships me on my way, a tiny stone throws me off balance.  Peace may follow again for a short bit, but watch out because there is always a quick, jagged turn.  I lunge forward, crash backwards, appear to ricochet and then settle down only to sway to the right or left before balance and quietude return.  During this... Read Full Story

Each day passes more quickly than I would like.  I wish for the passage of night to be short, but by early morning, before dawn is even awakening, I toss and turn and feel that one more moment or hour in bed will be too much for me.  With each day I worry that I may be returning to old habits and old habits brought me into the depths of sleep deprivation.   So far I still am affected by the accumulation of little sleep, particularly when I get up early……..then I am most aware of how tired I... Read Full Story

Sitting on my patio, looking out over the pool and all the wonderful, Florida vegetation in my half acre of garden, I am prompted to ask what my aging is all about.  Is it in my head, or is there something definitely happening physically to me.  I thnk for some it just is a state of mind they get into, whereas, I have never thought about my age and even now have to tell myself that I am sixty-two.  Then I must remind myself that I am and make a couple physical comparisons to make me remember... Read Full Story

To know what life is all about and accept that all things may not be good paves the day when turmoil begins to disappear. To know that what you do is for you, is better than imprudent attempts to do for others, who rarely understand the fire of intent. To look toward tomorrow and its sunrise brings a return of goodness to the soul and when it comes then you can smile. To hold what you feel is dearest to you, to keep the memories locked in your heart each day, keeps them safe... Read Full Story

Please press the audio button for “Time to Say Goodbye”, Sarah Brightman and Angelo Bocelli Within a few short days, the fifteenth of November will arrive, the day that Momma left.  I miss her  today even more than a year ago.  The days since she left have never been the same because there is always an emptiness in me, something that was never felt before.  Momma was my anchor, a guide that stabilized me since I was born.  Now,  I flounder occasionally  and when I do I look up to the... Read Full Story

Continually I am asked by the ones that are closest to me, “Are you fine?”  “What is the matter?” “No I don’t think that is the reason, so what is it?”  If I try to answer the first two questions, most likely I receive the third question in response to my answer. This brings me to a point in my life where I ask a question, “Why is it when I say what is the problem, I am told that my reason is justified and that I don’t understand the situation.  The situation is mine I think and after all... Read Full Story

This post is warmly dedicated to Shadowlands and Tauna to each I send much love……… In my own way I am very determined to make my new path so that when I step within my Crepusculum,  I will be able to breathe a sigh and say, “You made It–You made it Your Way!!!”  And when I say that. I want to be able to jump, to wave, to sing, to laugh joyously, to know that at that moment I am happy and that I will continue to make my days happy.  Nor will I feel sad that I have entered that era of... Read Full Story

After writing a post for the first time in a few months, I returned today to begin a new one.  I noticed I had an incredible amount of comments and decided I must attend to them.  Before I stopped writing, occasionally I got a comment from Poland or Russia.    There weren’t too many, but it made me happy someone from far away had take the time to read and to leave a word to me. Today I realized that nearly forty comments were from a contingent in Russia.  I translated many of their... Read Full Story

It has been many months since I have come to share my thoughts with my readers.  I doubt that many of you are left, but possibly you will see this post and wonder, “Is it true–did he write!”  Yes, it is time to write, it is time to use Crepusculum once more to help me sort out my thoughts, particularly those centered upon this state of life that I am in.  No I did not make a mistake, I believe I am with in a very strange state where my life is experiencing not all things that are good. The... Read Full Story

It has been a dry period for me, where I can write about something prolific.  My mind might think of something, but rarely could I call it stuff that is special!!  Writing about the human twilight and beyond can become a little boring unless you do a lot of research or are incredibly creative. Today I am not creative.  When the mail arrived I complacently looked through the envelopes and there it was, a little teeny golden egg, that maybe if I played my cards right I could write and enlarge... Read Full Story