It’s a beautiful day, bright, sunny, and clear. Temperature is just right, humidity perfect. 

It’s been a long trip to get here, here to my home. Only five days ago I was with my buddies, in the combat zone, fighting for our lives. In this place where we couldn’t even pronounce the name, it’s now a place we will forever associate with hell. 

But now it’s home for me. My time in hell complete. Oh the people, Oh the memories my home holds for me. It is a place of comfort, love, and finally peace. 

My Mom, Dad, Sis, Brother, Girlfriend, and all my old friends have come for my return. They gather around close, some have tears, for I have returned and the fear I might not has vanished. Indeed in their mist all my troubles and fears of the last year are over.  

But what’s this? They have removed something from me and are folding it reverently. I am being slowly lowered, and dirt is being shoveled in to cover me. 

I am a soldier, and I have returned home. 

From “G” 2022


Windmills of your Mind

Dear Fellow Journalers,

An oldie but a goodie from G.


I recently re-watched the old movie “The Thomas Crown Affair”.  No, no, NOT that one with Pierce Brosnen, the REAL one with Steve McQueen. (The original was soooo much better! Go watch a copy)

The haunting theme song from that movie “Windmills of your Mind” got me to thinking.

Scientists tell us that our minds produce some million thoughts every day. Some are but trivial and almost useless, some important and life changing. But the windmills of our minds keep spinning, powered by our need to know and do, thereby presenting us with things to consider.

AMAZING isn’t it? Everyday new and hopefully better things to be offered up to our lives. Ours to pick and choose as to what we will do with them. MARVELOUS !

Recent events in my life have, of course, caused me to have a greater sense of urgency about these thoughts. How I wish I could have developed this sense of urgency earlier! All those wonderful ideas I had, (most now forgotten) that I said “I’ll get around to that”, but never did. What a shame ! How enriched, my life would have been! Too late now— times past and now gone forever. “Regrets I’ve had a few—“.

I know you see where I’m going with this. How about you? What thoughts are the ‘Windmills of your Mind” producing TODAY, and how are you handling them?

Round,  Like a circle in a spiral——– (see below) 

 Words to the song follow:Round
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that’s turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mindLike a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half-forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream
 Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind


“The beginning is always today.”

— Mary Wollstonecraft


“The most authentic thing about us is our capacity to create, to overcome, to endure, to transform, to love, and to be greater than our suffering.”

— Ben Okri

To Those Who Don’t Celebrate Mother’s Day

Dear Fellow Journalers,

There are some women among us, who cannot celebrate Mother’s Day. There are some women who feel lost and abandoned due to deaths of children (disease, SIDS, addictions, estrangement). Unfortunately, the media seldom thinks of the pain these women feel and bombard the airways with happy children and mothers eating, playing, living.

Some of these women don’t go to their prospective places of worship on this Sunday, because of a long held tradition of the pastor acknowledging mothers with a single flower. Are you still a mother if your child is in prison? Are you still a mother if your child is living on the streets? Are you still a mother if your child hasn’t spoken to you in years or only contacts you if they need money?

Please remember these women who walk around us. They may be your neighbor, A friend, A person you see at work or in the store every week. Wishing them a good week is better than ignoring them.

Abd yes, they are still mothers!



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