Category Archives: Gratitude

Looking Up

Posted on January 25, 2019 by Jim Stewart

(for William Stafford) Your poems run the gamut;you have blessed us with musicof realization and understanding.Many of those poems were bornon your couch, lying on your back,looking up at your journal.Really? Their birth is asastonishing as their venerable lives.

Posted in Art, birth, Gratitude, Music, Oregon, Poem, Poetry, Uncategorized, William Stafford, Writing | Tagged Daily Writing, poetry, writing | 2 Comments

The Way Forward

Posted on January 1, 2019 by Jim Stewart

Anger finds my heart unreceptive to the pull of self indulgence; it is not the time for self righteous behavior and losing my way. My heart knows the way when my mind is distracted. I am who I am. I … Continue reading →

Posted in Absolutes, Aging, anger, family, Gratitude, Haiku, Holiday, Life, Oregon, Poetry, Uncategorized, Universe, Water, Wisdom | Tagged heart, humanity, learning, life, writing | 3 Comments

Haiku: Wind, Rain, Faith

Posted on November 28, 2018 by Jim Stewart

The wind hurls itself across my roof in big waves as I hold my breath. The skylights receive a violent drum solo; I receive the awe. The house bravely waits for the next real world onslaught; my faith is a … Continue reading →

Posted in Action-adventure, Beach, family, Gratitude, Haiku, Home, Life, Ocean, Oregon, Poem, Uncategorized, Water | Tagged house, rain, storm, weather, wind | 4 Comments

True Gravity

Posted on November 22, 2018 by Jim Stewart

I hope everyone reading this is having (or had) a special wonderful day. Gratitude is a driving power in the Universe. We all should exercise it more often. Every. Single. Day. This is from Michael Murphy, author of Golf in … Continue reading →

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Shameless Plug

Posted on October 30, 2018 by Jim Stewart

Okay. Another shameless plug: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/white-ravens/id1439393149?ls=1&mt=11 The collection goes live tomorrow.

Posted in Art, communication, Consciousness, Conversation, Friendship, Gratitude, Hope, Humans, humor, Jim Stewart, Life, Man, Oregon, pals, Reading, Sex, Short Story, Slice of Death, Slice of Life, Time, Uncategorized, Universe, veterans, War, Wisdom, women, Writing | Tagged environment, humanity, Information, relationships, travel, work, writing | 4 Comments

White Ravens…And More Stories

Posted on October 9, 2018 by Jim Stewart

Coming October 31, 2018 to your favorite book source from Word Hermit Press: (Cover design: Vinnie Kinsella Book Publishing Services) This is a collection of tales set in the modern American West with characters who somehow dispel the rugged individualist … Continue reading →

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The Road Takes a Break in Nakusp, B.C.

Posted on August 17, 2018 by Jim Stewart

The breeze off Arrow lake sways the curtains in my room, robbing the ghosts of places to hide. The fan blurs the ceiling where peeled wallpaper casts vibrating shadows, like insect wings stuck to my leather. The confused air stirs … Continue reading →

Posted in Action-adventure, Art, Bedtime, Consciousness, Dream, Gratitude, Harley Davdson, Life, memory, Motorcycles, Poem, Travel, Uncategorized, Vacation | Tagged Canada, ghosts, life, poetry, travel | 2 Comments

Companions

Posted on August 1, 2018 by Jim Stewart

Thank you for my companions: this journal; this pen; this heart full of my blood; my blood in the hearts of others; my heart in the hearts of others; the quivering guitars; the gift of music holding me fast; this … Continue reading →