Friday, November 20, 2015


I know people in other countries are reading and at a time when nothing is sure in life, it’s important to think about everyone in the world that is grieving and remember, we all lose loved ones and then we ourselves will move on from this world. Death is a scary word. We go through our lives living and learning about death. Loved ones lost to disease, accidents, old age, early deaths, childhood accidents, misfortune, and catastrophe. These days, with acts of violence being so swift and destructive, the value we put on life seems so volatile. It’s sad, a life, any life, anywhere, is so important. A person is given life and love at birth and then this world raises them. Social norms or social lack thereof contribute to a person’s growth and outlook of the world. I will say that I have been fortunate to have been raised around love, supported, able to encounter people with the same ideology and goals and grew to appreciate so many different people and lives. With that being said, we all have our own prejudices that have grown out of hate, indifference, divide, family history, and racial history. I don’t think that is different for any group; although admitting it may be difficult for some or most. Our most common trait is that we are all human. That is one thing that binds us all. Physically hurting someone does come by birth, it comes by learning hurt and seeking it out. While hurt will occur, so will love and care and support. There are always going to be much more people seeking love, care and support against those seeking to hurt. Look inside yourself. Look at your mother or father or sister or brother. Look at your child. Look at your mate. See the love another human life can bring to you. Not just by procreation, but THE creation of human life, spirit and the will to live on, fight on, and love.

If the human race wishes to have a prolonged and indefinite period of material prosperity, they have only got to behave in a peaceful and helpful way toward one another.
- Sir Winston Churchill

Saturday, November 7, 2015


We've all been there. US. UK. Israel. All points in between. I want to speak to you. It is the hardest thing to do to be totally vulnerable to someone. It really is. To let all your guard down and let them in. Wanting to let them in and hoping they will come in, but never sure. It is okay. It is hard. It is okay. We all hate it. Those people that can crack the shell, they can come in. Saying I miss you is hard. It's very difficult. Saying it to someone you've lost, even harder. Saying it to someone who is still on this planet, the hardest.

Say I miss you to the person you love. Say miss you the person you have lost. Say I miss you to time passed by. I miss all of them. The person I miss knows it. The person lost, knows it. I want to go back to the days where play was innocent and love was pure. Do you? Do you remember those days?

I have drink in hand. I hope you do as well. I wish I could wrap you in the warmth of a hug and let you know that everything will be alright.

You are special. You matter. You are loved. Love yourself. Dying love. Dying by the light. The light will never go out. You are the dying of the light.