| Author: | David J. Mackey | ISBN: | 9781310089053 |
| Publisher: | David J. Mackey | Publication: | October 30, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | David J. Mackey |
| ISBN: | 9781310089053 |
| Publisher: | David J. Mackey |
| Publication: | October 30, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
This is a tiny piece of my life story which has been often shaped by innocence, tears, extreme joys, awe, growth, tutoring, awkward stumbles and often, compassion. Come take my hand and share these tiny segments of this grand adventure with me. The words come from deep places within me - often poorly remembered, perhaps even wishfully remembered, but no less genuine.
My words and photographs sing the song-story of my life, a cacophony of whippoorwill and loon songs, of tears caused and shared, of breezes gentle and less so, voices heard or imagined, dreams sung and dreamed. Yes, these words are my attempt to share thoughts and feelings beyond limiting words of description. Feel joy with me. Love with me. Cry with me. Indeed journey with me through this collection of decades of wondering about self, and about interactions in life, both real and imagined. My musings have been spawned by a restlessness to learn, reach inward and outward, and to share thoughts and questions raised along the way. There are many more questions herein than answers.
The words and images that follow are a sharing of my thoughts, my questions and experiences that have all merged into my psyche today. I share them with no pretense or promises of insight. No apologies are offered here. You can pick and choose as you wish. Some are silly or overly simplified. Others may seem crude or inappropriate. Some may touch a place within you that stirs inspiration, or memories, or even anger. Be with it. Taste it. Feel it. Whatever thoughts they may stir within you, the reader, they are for you to evaluate for yourself. I share these thoughts with you to perhaps inspire your own journals and writings, and also to word-paint my own song for anyone ready to hear and to venture within. Living is indeed metaphor.
The experience of gathering and sorting these materials has been rich in itself. Imagine a constant stirring of memories from past decades of one's life including journal entries both joyful and sad, letters, photographs of families, friends and adventures. All have been streaming through my mind during this exquisite writing-gathering process. Some memories have awakened in almost full bloom. Others are old dusty memories totally lost over the years until now.
This is a tiny piece of my life story which has been often shaped by innocence, tears, extreme joys, awe, growth, tutoring, awkward stumbles and often, compassion. Come take my hand and share these tiny segments of this grand adventure with me. The words come from deep places within me - often poorly remembered, perhaps even wishfully remembered, but no less genuine.
My words and photographs sing the song-story of my life, a cacophony of whippoorwill and loon songs, of tears caused and shared, of breezes gentle and less so, voices heard or imagined, dreams sung and dreamed. Yes, these words are my attempt to share thoughts and feelings beyond limiting words of description. Feel joy with me. Love with me. Cry with me. Indeed journey with me through this collection of decades of wondering about self, and about interactions in life, both real and imagined. My musings have been spawned by a restlessness to learn, reach inward and outward, and to share thoughts and questions raised along the way. There are many more questions herein than answers.
The words and images that follow are a sharing of my thoughts, my questions and experiences that have all merged into my psyche today. I share them with no pretense or promises of insight. No apologies are offered here. You can pick and choose as you wish. Some are silly or overly simplified. Others may seem crude or inappropriate. Some may touch a place within you that stirs inspiration, or memories, or even anger. Be with it. Taste it. Feel it. Whatever thoughts they may stir within you, the reader, they are for you to evaluate for yourself. I share these thoughts with you to perhaps inspire your own journals and writings, and also to word-paint my own song for anyone ready to hear and to venture within. Living is indeed metaphor.
The experience of gathering and sorting these materials has been rich in itself. Imagine a constant stirring of memories from past decades of one's life including journal entries both joyful and sad, letters, photographs of families, friends and adventures. All have been streaming through my mind during this exquisite writing-gathering process. Some memories have awakened in almost full bloom. Others are old dusty memories totally lost over the years until now.
