Has fear clipped your wings?  I Hide In The Museums  Of Unbirthed Paintings.


On my own personal journey with fear – I decided to unclip my wings.

I live not far away from the ‘valley’. Yet I bathe in the wings of suns.  I know what it is to travel bridges,  eclipsed by the heavens and the hells. It does me no good, and changes nothing, to wonder how it is I clipped my wings..

It is said we can only achieve what we believe. In my mind’s eye, I have the imaginings of spheres far beyond my own galaxy. But only in a wishful kind of way For with every urge, I observe within me  voice that argues my very existence.

Even my voice of God has a moral opinion on my every aspiration. My mind has made all that I desire, and my every day actions –  a wrong.

Perhaps my awareness of my capacity for greed,
my need to be seen, to be praised, to be loved –  scares me so much, I turned it ALL in…

…and stopped my God-given breathe.

Today is your day to paint life in bold colors; set today’s rhythm with your heart-drum;
walk today’s march with courage;
create today as your celebration of life.
– Jonathan Lockwood Hue

Somehow in the attempt to tame my lustful nature I squashed me.

I am afraid of you. You who loves me. You who watches me from afar. You who has not seen nor shall ever know me. I am afraid that your opinions of me will match my own.

So I don’t write, I don’t dance. I don’t dare play the music of my heart. I hide in the museums of unbirthed paintings.

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 I use to think it was all or nothing. Now I know it is not my wishes that determine my destiny. For the All-Encompassing moves me according to the Blessings of The Almighty.

I can not know with the smallness of my mind what that Will is. If I do not express the songs of my heart, God can not show me the rivers that await my soul.

I have let my fear of you, and the war inside my head contain me, imprison me with heavy chains. It’s time to unclip my wings.




Fear kills life.  Commitment overcomes all fear.


“Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back, always ineffectiveness concerning all acts of initiative and creation. There is one elementary truth, the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans; that the moment one definitely commits oneself, then providence moves too. All sorts of things occur to help one that would never otherwise have occurred. A whole stream of events issues from the decision raising in one’s favor all manner of unforeseen events, meetings and material assistance which no one could have dreamed would have come their way.


I have learned a deep respect for one of Goethe’s couplets:


 “Whatever you can do or dream you can, begin it. 

Boldness has genius, power and magic in it. Begin it now!”

~ W.H. Murray 


Make yourself at home.



Copyright 2012


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