15 years ago…

15 years ago,  it was barely 6 am  (PST) and someone woke me up to watch the news.  I was in shock.  Well we all were.  The planes had just hit the twin towers.  It was eerie, it was a void in time.  With those planes that hit the towers,  the Pentagon and later the last one that came down,  everything just shut down.

I remember just sitting watching over and over the replays… it was too unreal.  No it didn’t happen.  But the news and the internet didn’t not lie that day.  It had happened and it was not going to go away.

I will always remember.   A few days later,  after all of the news the extraordinary efforts of all the people involved in the rescues,  I had lost a friend, a shipmate with whom I had been stationed with in Adak Alaska.  Brian A Moss had been stationed at the Pentagon.

Brian, Wezzie, Chuck Adak, AK sunshine liberty 1991 I think.  Happier times that I wish we could go back to.

I am not sure if I can write much more about it September 11, 2001.   All I know is in the end that kind of destruction is not the answer.  It didn’t solve any problems if anything it created a much bigger problem that we still have not figured out the solution to it all.



T is for Tale



This little T put up a fight… kicking and screaming.




Peppermint T made an appearance!!!



Memories are not a bad thing, but TALES are bigger.




S is for Story








R is for Rejoice

ris for REJOICE.  Now here is what REJOICE means on the world wide web:

  1. feel or show great joy or delight.
    “he rejoiced when he saw his friend alive”
    synonyms: happiness, pleasure, joy, gladness, delight, elation, jubilation, exuberance, exultation,celebration, revelry, merrymaking

    And I feel that it is a pretty good description of the meaning of REJOICE.  But my question to you is what does REJOICE mean to you?

    To me the feelings and images that appear in my head circle around the Holidays; but for some reason it fits and it doesn’t fit at the same time.   To me it feels a bit fake,  and then  I see dark green holly mixed with the red berries of the season.

    And there is a story somewhere in this wreath I can feel it….

    And then the feelings of fake suddenly disappear as I feel something new.  I REJOICE for there is a new story brewing.  Where is this wreath ?  Why is it hanging there?  Who put it in that particular space?

    So tell me how do you REJOICE?


Q is for Quiet & Quest

qis for QUIET and QUEST.  QUIETLY she crept down the worn path strewn with the remnants of her past.  A doll in a wrinkled gray coated blue and pink dress stared up at her.  She jumped for that was her doll.

A tear rolled down her cheek as  the memory of that birthday party flashed before her eyes.  Pink ribbons, and white balloons graced the corners of the dining room where her parents stood at the side of the table smiling.  “Here (insert name girl name).  Happy Birthday!”  


Torn and dirty,  with a muddy face, it wasn’t as pretty as she remembered.   She knelt down and hugged it to her chest as the tears continued to roll down her cheeks.  She clung to that memory for that was the last time that she saw her parents….

OK ! Now that was a fork in the road!  I started out with the word QUIET, and then the image of a girl and a lost childhood  QUIETLY slipped into my mind.  I started thinking what could start a QUEST?  A memory?  YEAH!  Go with it and see where it flows!

But honestly it does work; for memories are QUIET for the most part and all QUESTS have to start somewhere.   So where will the QUIET of the QUEST lead to?  Should I venture down that fork of my imagination?  Sure! for who knows where it will end up?  What QUEST  will I follow and who is the girl in the story?   QUIETLY I follow the girl down the path…

                    QUIET and QUEST

P is for PEOPLE

pis  for PEOPLE.  All sorts of people; large, small, old, young all of us; who live on this planet that we call Earth. We PEOPLE are good, we are evil, we make mistakes; say things we later regret and scramble to fix. We love, we play, we laugh, but we are PEOPLE here today on this place we call home.


We live and play together in tiny packed spaces, but yet we still are alone in a crowd. Masses of  PEOPLE together in a congested place, how is that possible? There are PEOPLE all around us, and they are within a finger touch away but we are still alone.  PEOPLE are alone inside, our body, our mind.

                                                        BUT …



Being alone is not necessarily a bad thing, because we all need to be alone sometimes.   It can be good;  looking into the sunrise of a new day.   It can be a path to a new beginning;  open up new roads, adventure and new PEOPLE.




O is for Open





