(Untitled)- April 5, 2007 PretendingBy Don IannoneWe pretend at timesthat things are betterthan they really arebecause we want our life to bebetter than it really is.We pretend at timesthat things are worse than they really arebecause we can't stop clingingto our deepest fears.When we pretendwe fill in the empty spacesin our livesbecause we cannot acceptour not knowinghow things really are.We pretend because pretense is a placewhere we hide from the truththat eventually reveals itselfand changes us forever.http://conscious-living.blogspot.com/2007/04/p-retending-by-don-iannone-we-pretend.html (Untitled)- April 4, 2007 Red Lake Indian Brothers By Don IannoneThis is April, andthey had been missing since late November.Everyone had given up hope,except their mother, who wasn't readyto stop loving them, just yet. Two Indian boys--brothers, wholike all other two and four-year olds,had an insatiable sense of curiosity.This time it carried them to First Thunders Lake--wearing a tantalizing satin sheetthat glittered in the early morning sun.This time it carried themeven beyond their mother's love.True enough...the...http://conscious-living.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html (Untitled)- April 3, 2007 What We Touch Touches UsBy Don IannoneSometimes you touch things,and they touch you back...in very special waysthat you never expected.Sometimes you have to lose yourself in thingsto find parts of yourself that you never knew existed.Sometimes the things you touchare more powerful than you ever knew.You might not have touched these thingsif you knew their power beforehand.We should never forget that we live in a completely conscious and alive universethat needs us as much as we need it.So we...http://conscious-living.blogspot.com/2007/04/t-ransformed-by-w-hat-w-e-t-ouch-by-don.html (Untitled)- April 2, 2007 Monday MorningBy Don IannoneMonday morning darkness fadesas shimmering sunlight fills the front window.Cheerful bird voices punctuate the sunrisetaking its time deciding what color dress to wear.The three cats do their morning yogawhile I wait with puffed eyes and unruly hairfor fragant last drops of coffee to fill the awaiting pot.Thoughts of writing a poem drift hopelessly through my consciousness--knowing even a feeble poem requires a half cup of morning brew.The day has started and so have..http://conscious-living.blogspot.com/2007/04/m-onday-m-orning-by-don-iannone-m-onday.html |