Category Archives: Love

Night Falls Hard.

We seem to edge nearer to the edge of the edge…and a new beginning is dawning                         — Scott, Journal Continue Reading →

Jeff Takes A Journey

                                                 Who seeks for heaven alone to save his soul, May keep the path, but will not reach the goal; Continue Reading →

Seattle: A Spiritual Promise Fulfilled

  Seattle Moonrise 1996 P. Crockett Let me tell you again and you'll really get it eventually you were there Continue Reading →

A Miracle Unfolds on Lincoln Road

Let me lead you you don't need to try you have earned me your guardian angel and I will take Continue Reading →

An Unexpected Visitor

Suddenly dropped into a free fall of pain and shock by the news of my friend’s dire situation, it was days before it occurred to me that the news carried ominous implications for my own health. In the late 80′s, in the figurative backwaters of Tallahassee, AIDS had seemed something far away, an awful, incomprehensible experience that happened only in distant places to other people.

A Late Night Dialogue with My Ghost

You’re right, love, please don’t waste any time worrying about keeping me from my soul’s journey. My destiny on the cosmic level is so tied in with yours. We came a long way in a fairly short time, didn’t we love? An eternity in six years? Dee was right, we’re getting better at it each time we go around. Please be assured, I am right where I need to be.

“You Continue to Possess Me Even Now”

Despite the recurring dark anguish in my life, it seemed that as my path unfolded I was being given message after message, clue after miraculous clue, a key to every lock, just as I was ready to receive and to use them. I suppose spiritual awareness, like grief, is a process into which one must grow, sufficiently vast to require time for processing and for healing. A few weeks later, on a day

Still Love

Still love always love I lay and look at you sleeping and cry to be so full of love to Continue Reading →

Always A Bridge To Connect The Gap – part 2

“Does that mean that they keep their personalities when they pass over to the other side? Their sense of humor?” “They don’t lose a bit of it,” she said, “they take it all with them. Especially when you get really down, his sense of humor comes out. He’s not going to be unhappy, he can’t be. He has to be happy, he’s earned that.” Scott had reached me, and touched me with his joy. Deep within, the dark clouds began to lift.

Always A Bridge To Connect The Gap – part One

And I hate to tell you this but I think you are going to meet somebody else.” Only weeks after Scott’s death, his love and loss my obsession, her words took me by surprise. “I really believe that he is in some way reaching you for this purpose,” she went on. “He’s the one that’s putting someone with you, so that you can go on. He’d be quite happy about it. You’ll never forget him. You’ll always hold him in your heart, but the love that you have to share he would like you to give to another, he really would. This is what he’s feeling. ‘Go on and then, when you meet, you’re not going to lose a thing, you’re not going to lose an ounce of that love.’”