A Busy Week For Savusavu Since my arrival, I have seen Savusavu as a small town hidden in the quiet, picturesque beauty of the bay but this week the town came alive with activity. An Australian cruse ship arrived in port on Thursday initiating a great deal of excitement around town. The craftsmen and women …
Epitaph
Epitaph Son to my parents Brother to older sibling Student to wisdom Husband to wife Father to daughter Beloved to some Enemy to none Loner to people Human to earth Dreamer to stars Life to death Dust to existence
About Last Night
About Last Night I enjoyed our time last night, the meal, the music, the shared intimacy, the kissing, the touching, the holding of your body. The way we lavished each other, before briefly falling asleep together
Life’s Last Day
Life’s Last Day It is a disarming feeling to know I am going to die. No matter how much I philosophize or write on the subject. No matter how much I know it is an unavoidable end for all of life. I am still somewhat unsettled in his presence. I know a little of life, …
Magic
Magic I love the feeling when magic is inseparable from life. All the elements are in play. The ocean pulling silently upon sand. The moon, though there, is invisible. A wading bull seal watches his mate posing statuesquely, upon dry shore. We watch each other through a fog penetrable only by interception of blue, brown …
Christmas Time in Fiji
Christmas Time in Fiji Christmas time in Fiji is different from Christmas in the States. It is a commercial venture, for sure, but not as much so as in the Western World. The first sign, a Santa Clause above Courts Appliance store, appeared early on in December. The second, a painted Santa Clause on a …
Being In Love
Being In Love ...When you are highly sensitized to love, when you vibrate deeply, sexually, bodily, ...the being is enlarged, its capacity highly increased. —Anaïs Nin I miss being in love, that sacred Logos between a woman and a man, a goddess and a god, between two souls unmasked. I miss the smile on …
The Gate Keeper Of Inspiration: Chapter Three — Emily Dickinson
Chapter Three — Emily Dickinson She sits quietly across the pond in Monet’s Garden atrium, straight back posture on a bench without a back. She is plain in a visual sense, except for the red streaks in her auburn hair. She is dressed in a white cotton dress. As I approach, I hear her repeating …
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ThanksGiving
ThanksGiving To give thanks in solitude is enough. Thanksgiving has wings and goes where it must go. Your prayer knows much more about it than you do. -Victor Marie Hugo (February 26, 1802 – May 22, 1885) No one is immune to poverty. War, weather, the economic or political arena can change the faces of …
Everywhere
Everywhere I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space. —William Shakespeare So I start again, as if for the first time to build my life from scratch. Without guide or map, except for a voice that speaks only in whispers with no distinction of wrong or right. Cast …
The Gate Keeper Of Inspiration: Chapter Two — Rainer Maria Rilke
Chapter Two — Rainer Maria Rilke “Yes, there is always time here. That is one on the amenities of the Inn. There is always enough time to do whatever you wish. The passage of time no longer exists at this Inn.” “Where did we leave off? I remember, you were telling me about a number …
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The Gate Keeper Of Inspiration: Chapter One — Anaïs Nin
I walk around the desk to escort Anaïs to her suite. The guests have no need for luggage as their favorite articles of clothing, books, and art are all provided just by their thoughts. The suites are modeled on the guest’s favorite living spaces during their earthly existence and opens to a shared courtyard garden …
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The Gate Keeper of Inspiration: Introduction — Socrates Black
Introduction – Socrates Black The bell ringed to notify me someone was at the front desk. Out of habit, I glanced at the calendar for the date. It was January 14, 1977. Not that the date mattered so much here, but it does give some indication of who might be arriving this evening. I have …
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