Prodigal Poet: An Ecclectic Offering on God, Shakespeare, and the Beatles

I thought of something intriguing today . . . So far I've spent all of my adulthood trying to slay a few different dragons, different but related: 1. Stomping out a bad self-esteem and nurturing a good one up from the musty basement. 2. Telling fears to go screw themselves and find new boundaries for my comfort zoning map 3. Figuring out how to make the seven year old and the seventy year old in me fuse into one cohesive person. 4. Be happy. Basically numbers 2-4 stem from issue number 1 -- the mischievous, little . . . no, exasperatingly huge thorn in my side.  Each of these dragons has, at one time or another (and occasionally all at once), kicked my ass.  Obviously they have been somewhat dominant, hence the "all of my adulthood" part.  And unfortunately, my name being drawn out of the Goblet of Fire was not the reason behind it all.  Unfortunately, the blame is on me.   Little by little I have been chipping away at my Berlin Wall o...

It's springtime, and like everyone else, I am glad. Although, the reason that I am glad is not because I hate winter, snow, and cold weather. On the contrary, I adore all of those things. In fact, if I had to pick a favorite season, I would probably pick winter . . . call me weird. I love each season as it comes -- each season in its due time. The reason I am happy to welcome back spring is for three things: the smells, leaves once again on the trees, and THUNDERSTORMS!! Yes, that's right, I love storms. I am pretty much infatuated with all bad weather . . . storms, snow, wind, cloudiness, etc. The only thing I do not enjoy, however, is driving in them. Springtime really pulls out the Transcendentalist in me. I like to channel my kindred spirits of Emerson and Thoreau. I suppose most people would say that nature is the thing that most inspires and rejuvinates them. So I won't say that (even though it's true), because I hate being just like everyone else. So ...