serendipity

serendipity (noun) a natural gift of making useful discoveries by accident; sagacity; Eric Scott Lane, a true warrior who lives with conviction and will be remembered as a visionary as he chronicles a life path of his TERMINAL ILLNESS that appeared with a vengence, unwelcomed and unwanted. It is about that which makes the human soul pure, LOVE, until the typing eventually stops and he returns to his creator.

Thursday

I watch as people open their garage doors by remote, sometimes wave and shut them as fast as they opened, not to see them again until the ne...

the skies above

I listen and watch as the passenger jets fly Northeast over my head, changing their route out of the Dallas Metro Area around the same time ...

insight

The power of Mother Nature has always fascinated me, possibly because we slept many a night in the basement while growing up as storms rumbl...

August 27th

Today my mind is with the passing of Stephen, 16 years ago, still seeming as if it was yesterday I received the dreaded call as the sun was ...

Saturday

to write again

I promised myself that I would write again and no matter what circumstances led to my absence for more time than I even expected, through th...

Tuesday

silence broken

The silence was broken today in a lengthy conversation I had with The Warrior, reminiscent of how truly broken he is, he sounded, even the m...

Saturday

silence

Sometimes SILENCE is better than any written or spoken word(s), any visual left up to interpretation... ...now remains one of those times. ...

Tuesday

My lack of entries as of late is certainly not due to my lack of thoughts, quite the opposite. I actually have found myself in deep thought,...

Monday

after day after day...

For reasons that are unknown to me and unknown to my medical team, I am somewhat amazed at the days that pass when my medication just does n...

Wednesday

happy birthday

A fter the ensuing cluster of storms rolling in from the West have passed and the ferocious howl of the winds have died down, the crackling ...

Sunday

the petals, rose petals

The week before last I made a purchase, a coat, much like a hoodie only with a longer body and upper pockets, as well as cuffs that button, ...

Saturday

final approach

The wrath of Mother Nature never ceases to amaze me as she once again is getting ready to show her full might in the wee hours of the mornin...

Sunday

words that sting

While typing my last post I received a text that made no sense only to find out the sender intended me to be someone else, ending it all wit...

the body art

When I left the Craw Fish boil last Saturday, after all the festivities had winded down and the most gracious hosts' home looked semi ba...

Friday

in memory of Mr. E. B.

I recently learned of a tragedy of sorts, keeping my thoughts internal where they will remain but upon hearing of Eric's passing, his ta...

home

I got the 'adult children do not come home to live that often' lecture yesterday, not that I have not heard it before and before tha...

Thursday

California pow wow

I spoke with my Indian friends in Northern California the other night, picking up as we so often do, laughing and smiling under the toughest...

Monday

3 strikes but not out...

And the toll strikes 3, am that is, and slumber is not in the picture, at least for now. They say you can feel the approach of death and a ...

Saturday

the dominoe theory

I've never been a player of dominoes. I believe I have watched them being played once or twice or possibly more and maybe someone along...

Thursday

mind-less

My mind continues to move and move fast, keeping me from a decent night of slumber and I am yet to figure out where it is going to at such a...

Saturday

now

It took not long after I finished my Z pack to speak with the doctor's office, let them know that I was still coughing and blowing the c...

KJ, I got your post and posted it late this evening and am not sure what the 'eric?' means and as I sat outside and thought about it...

Friday

true colors

I locked the door behind me, leaving the house on foot, heading North and waiting for a tear to fall but there were none. I lifted my sungl...

Thursday

SHAMEFUL

The fact that those who professed to be most supportive of my plight, most concerned and pleading, begging that I return to my roots where I...

Wednesday

Alexandra Lauren is

Today, Alexandra turns one. Its her day just as it was a year ago as we all sat and paced, occupying our minds and our bodies until the wor...

Friday

the blame game in the color green

I never thought my entire rationale for blogging, to share my thoughts with myself and those that care to read, add or silently learn of my ...

screaming in silence

It's back, the anxiety and this this time, with a vengeance. Not that I have not struggled with anxiety and the realities facing me alo...

Monday

I am beginning to wonder if sleep is possibly overrated, very overrated, as I cannot seem to get a full or decent night's worth of slumb...

the belly of a whale

Since I was invited to come and live in Texas, not where I am living, which to this day I clearly do not and will not understand as to why t...

Thursday

I recently finished a series of questions presented to me by one going after her PHD. at Staffordshire University in England, going back and...

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