Trees have interior trunk circles to mark their years of growth; their time here on Earth. I wonder if human souls have similar growth rings denoting the number of times we are stretched out of our comfort zone allowing us to genuinely expand our wisdom base. Even if true, wisdom seems akin to faith. Elusive, easy to slip into amnesic states of fear and ignorance as one allows the hard earned serenity, trust, and knowledge to escape our senses.


That’s what I am throwing out today. Excuse. after Excuse. Followed by another Excuse. Be Gone. Leave me.

I feel another growth spurt in the making.