Category Archives: Search for complete perfection.

The sweet smell of change…

Sitting on the plane, I smelled oranges, the smell woke me out of a dead spin towards self pity, having just left the warm embrace of friends and family headed back to my lonely bachelor life, tearful good byes to … Continue reading

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Lonely at the bottom

  When you sink low enough, you are at your loneliest, that’s when you need to talk, to find a reason to pick yourself up and and make your way back up to the shimmering surface where life goes on.  … Continue reading

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Bearing water, bearing hope

I was talking to a friend who lost her son, she was having difficulty with the pain of the holiday, I told her that it was normal to feel all of those feelings of loss and guilt and depression, the … Continue reading

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Paradise found…

   [note from Mr. P: I started this last summer and I was in a bleak place, but I somehow came through it with the help of friends. So I wanted to pull this out of hibernation, and add my … Continue reading

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Letting go

At the end of the year, the earth turns, it turns back towards summer, but summer is still a long way away, funny how that is, the days grow longer, but the nights grow colder still. My life is like … Continue reading

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Amoeba sex

Reading an article from Brain Pickings, on Ursula K. Le Guin and “Telling Is Listening” found in The Wave in the Mind: Talks and Essays on the Writer, the Reader, and the Imagination,  I was struck by the concept put … Continue reading

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Summer’s End

   All things come to an end.  My friend called from the ICU, her mother was dying. Cancer, she’s 74. A good long life I remind her, the circle and all that.  As I hang up the phone promising to … Continue reading

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