Heartfelt reflections

All of my senses work through a network of censors created and honed by years of training and experience.

Depending upon my ability to speak to your censors I can communicate what I see and hear, feel and think to you -- sometimes.

The reality is so far from perfect that it is scary.  I am amazed that we connect at all.

Even people growing up in the same family experience life in such diverse ways that it is difficult for me to believe they know each other, let alone come from the same litter.

You can judge a dog by its breed and have a pretty good idea of what to expect, but not people, at least not the people I have met.  Everyone seems to be an exception and if that isn't true, it usually turns out I don't really know them that well.

Some people have thicker facades than others, but it's the core I'm looking for.  How do you look when you see the miracle of life unfolding around you?  What happens when you are stressed out?  It's the extremes that skin us alive and bring out our inner being.  It takes a while for that to show up.

Lots of people reach out and grab my heart, but I only trust a few of them. The others only see themselves reflected in my eyes.