3/10/2020 0 Comments
In the stark golden warmth
wooden crafted furniture
painted in cream off-white
reflection showing in the glass door.
Bluejay plays on the ledge
twisting its head
black headed birds
Feebies, or similar
flit between tree branches
of the large oak in our back yard
seen from the balcony
In the glow sometimes I see
or I ask for something more
looking deep into those glass panes
and the light glowing in auras
Once I saw the face
the beard slight shadows
the eyes and features pure love light
and felt an inner calm
that I only experience in His presence
When we need Him
He is there
When we open our hearts
He is with us
3/4/2020 0 Comments
A Reversal of Time
When I met my wife in November of 2002, it was like a reversal of fate, a rewound second chance at finding what I was always looking for.
It was an answer for everything I needed: when you are imprinted, as Jacob was in the Twilight series, you realize in that moment that you now know who your true soul mate and love match is. You know who your destiny is for. Who you were written in the book of life, the book of Fate, to be with. The Kindred Spirit, the other half.
Our lives collided then, and in the cycle of the Chinese Zodiac 12 years later in the year of the sign of the Horse meaning Fortune and Personality, we married.
I recall one of those moments where I was thinking about this in a kind of intense yearning-ache-joy. It was in the hours shortly after midnight, with her napping beside me at my apartment as we were taking shifts doing a manic fishing game tournament on Gaiaonline. We had dreamed of having one of those rare fish that one never seemed to encounter, and when I was challenged with catching one with the practice of many hours of the game, the song playing on my radio was Wild Horses by the Sundays.
This song had before and afterwards kind of summed up a feeling.
Music has often been my passion, from the time in early high school when I arranged Scott Joplin songs The Entertainer, Easy Winners, and Maple Leaf Rag into the sounds that I felt most conveyed my yearnings.
Music is a connector to our moment, and by listening to songs now I make new connections for the future.
I am happy with my life, and thankful to God.
Donald R. Anderson. Aspiring writer. Amateur philosopher and amateur writer of Apologetics (i.e., the Catholic reasonings). Faith-driven kindred spirit.