Rise

Rise, Rise.
The dawning of a new day.
Suburbs lay quiet,
resting under the blanket of morning clouds,
only the treetops and buildings remain visible.

Early flights begin slowly:
Birds alone; birds in flocks.
People in flocks,
gathered in the single, man-made vehicle of flight. … More Rise

Try

When I was very young, I was always afraid of the water. At the beach, I’d cling to my father – fearing the waves would wash me away into the endless ocean, never to be found again…even though we’d only stand in shallow waters. Then came my school days, where swimming was a regular activity for our Physical Education (PE) class. I’d be terrified – always getting special concession to hold the side of the pool, using that wall as my crutch to go a little at a time…never confident that I could make it by myself. The safety net was always nearby. … More Try

Overload

It’s hard to stop. And it’s hard to see this for what it is: an addiction. A craving – a compulsion – that none of us asked for, yet it crept into us as we went along with the modern world’s frantic evolution of communication technology.

We see the older generations as backwards. Not with the times. Struggling to operate a BlackBerry, or some other dated relic from the technological dark ages just ten years ago. They’re not constantly communicating. They’re out of the loop. … More Overload