I Know Who I Am

Grinning, Ducking My Head For Balance, I Start To Spin Wildly As I Can. That Is My Favorite Dance, Because It Contains A Secret. The Faster I Twirl, The More I Am Still Inside. My Dance Is All Motion Without, All Silence Within. As Much As I Love To Make Music, It's The Unheard Music That Never Dies. And Silence Is My Real Dance, Though It Never Moves. It Stands Aside, My Choreographer Of Grace, And Blesses Each Finger And Toe.

To Clink Glasses Of A Freshly Made, Seasonal Beer, Preferably In A Pub Or Garden, With Friends And Perhaps New Acquaintances, Is A Ritual That Makes Every Participant Feel Good. We May Not Rationalize This At The Time, But It Gives Us A Sense Of Place In Our Common Community And Our Time In The Tides Of Life On Earth. This Is A Way To Value Beer And Treat It With Respect.

If I'm Not Creating, I'm Not As Happy.

The Most Conspicuous Thing About Suffering Is, As W.h. Auden Once Observed, Its Banality. The Day Is Green, The Sun Is Shinging, Someone Is Eating, Or Opening A Window, The Torturer's Horse Is Scatching Its Innocent Behind On A Tree, And In A Mere Second Someone We Love Is Dead.

Through The Years, I Have Helped Thousands Of Children Who Were Ill Or In Distress.