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Steven in the Blind Trilogy 2/3

April 20, 2019 By Steve 2 Comments

The Equanimity of Choice

(Audio file 8:02 Written and narrated by Steve Thomas)
Because this is a recording of the remote phone call from Steve, sound quality has been diminished.
We invite to listen to his voice and follow along with the words written below.

The coffee is hot this morning. I hazard a cup with the cows 2% contribution. I hold my breath so as not to corrupt the aroma with the mugs industrial odor. “Ahhhh, taste like the trail coffee on our Boy Scout expeditions.” The breakfast tray of “mourning,” without the hard-boiled egg, looks like a second-grade science project. This is the kind of food that sustains you in the short-term but kills you in the long-term. Such is my present state, working in a peasants office performing the duties of a serf.

This is Steven in the Blind writing to you from a remote location in exile with both a resilient mind and a steely heart. Lest I seem boastful; I ask you to bear witness to my claims as you join me in today’s post. I am frothing for a challenging discourse.

Steven in the Blind Trilogy 1/3

April 14, 2019 By Steve Leave a Comment

My Quantum of Silence

(Audio file 7:03 ~ Written by Steve Thomas)
Narrated: Crystal Anzalone
Dramatic Effects: Jim Anzalone
Music: Langhorne Slim & The Law ~ Changes
Musitc: Maranatha Singers ~ Communion ~ Not my Will

”He was crushingly poor, but he no longer felt the oppression.” Fyodor Dostoevsky “Crime and Punishment“

“Lights!” I hear them shout at 6 AM. The flood lamps blaze to life, yet they do not pierce the darkness, for it is never dark. Even in the blackest night without the lunar glow, a light akin to a porch light washes over me. I pull my Civil War era tuberculosis blanket over my face to block the stream of photons and adjust my eyes. I know what comes next, the worst part of my morning.

Forgotten Relics

April 1, 2019 By Steve Leave a Comment

(Hear Steve’s Audio file for this Blog 4:35)

I am a forgotten relic of a forgotten time waiting to be discovered again.

Regardless of my circumstances the future, blended with hope, prevails. No matter how often my faith has been tested, I endure the vision of a colorful skyline through the billowing soot. I maintain such a fault of character.

A relic is a treasure, but a forgotten relic is disposed of in neglect. I have suffered loss on a scale I did not think possible by the hands of one I trusted. Today, my dear reader, I will speak frankly to the intimations of my posts these past months, for I am soon to be reborn from the great cimmerian depths of another’s darkness.

The Journey Home

April 1, 2019 By Crystal Leave a Comment

(Hear Crystals Audio File for this blog 9:08)

Viae Errantia

~ Latin For ~

Wandering Roads

Generation of Awakening

Wandering roads manifest in a multitude of form; literally and metaphorically. My wanderlust is rooted in understanding the mystery that is ever before me which proliferated my Seeker’s avidity. Paradoxically, I have come to accept that great questions are an introduction to doubt. “Learning to live with ambiguity is learning to live with how life really is, full of complexities and strange surprises..” (James Hollis). Thus, my odyssey is an inward journey. The warp and woof of my life are pathways woven by a cogent, circuitous-grid providing many access points to my soul. This grid-like passageway positions me with various perspectives to understand more deeply the meaning I forage.

When I began writing my family story over ten years ago, I wrote these words:

Uncategorized Moments

March 31, 2019 By Steve Leave a Comment

(Hear Steve’s Audio file for this Blog 3:17)

Halcyon: characterized by happiness, great success, and prosperity : golden—often used to describe an idyllic time in the past that is remembered as better than today

Life, unscripted, surprises me.

When is a halcyon memory born? I imagine we miss its birth and only come to recognize its existence as the energy it brings stimulates us? How often do we neglect the time in which we are living, longing for a future distant time where the projection of fulfillment resides like a mirage? What we need most is in the moment and how can we prepare for any moment before it arrives?

There is ~ No Way ~ Except the Way

March 18, 2019 By Crystal 6 Comments

This morning I awakened with the sunlight beaming through our window, I immediately became aware of everyone who is suffering.
In our area of Nebraska, the flood waters are impinging into personal lives with a fury. It will be the end of a particular way of life for those who have been devastated by the raging and destructive waters. The earth is groaning through its convulsive land shifts as levees burst under pressure and the rain representing how the sky is weeping in deep sorrow for all of the suffering in our area and our world at large.

Then, more personally there are those who are undergoing hidden distress in a way that is not obvious to others. My sister-in-law is grieving the unforeseen loss of her grandson, the young man she raised for 18 years. Another, a confidante, who has been impacted by injustice through the legal system. Another, business connection which has been patiently nursing her husband back to health for several years. The suffering is relentless, and no one is immune. I could continue with “another and another,” as I am a mental health therapist by vocation and an empath by design. I bear with those who are suffering. As I consider the suffering, a spontaneous poem emerged this morning, and I want to share it with you:

(Listen to Crystal narrate her poem. 1:28)

Like Waking Up From the Longest Dream

March 17, 2019 By Crystal 1 Comment

(Hear Crystal’s Audio File for this Blog. 6:09)

somnium longissimum
~Latin For~
longest dream

Generational Dreamers

“Once upon a dream, I fancied fairy tales and fantasized the type of life that little girls believe someday might be theirs. I held in my heart that my true love would arrive on a white horse and whisk me away to a happy-ever-after-life in his castle where he would be devoted to me forever and ever.”

The End.

The schmaltzy archetype and allegory of what love and romance should look like were emblazoned in my heart during my childhood era through movies featuring Elvis Presley and stunning leading ladies.
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Provoking the Thought

January 12, 2019 By Steve 2 Comments

(Hear Steve’s Audio File for this Blog. 7:32)

Who is this scrivener that writes this esoteric discombobulation? What is he saying in this jumbled melee of words… What is it with his epexegetic discourse of terse and often exotic pontifications?

Oh, wait… I’m doing it again, aren’t I? Let’s try this once more…

Who is this guy who writes in an English language that is sometimes difficult to follow, often with words that are not commonly used by many of us, and in such short bursts of phrases that we have to read the explanations twice to understand the point?

I had a conversation with myself about this.

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