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    February 23, 2016

    It’s 3:00am and I have to write. Thoughts are streaming out of my head with the feelings of the last couple of weeks. They come in passing during the day but I push them to the back with my busyness. They come out now like mad soldiers and seem to say “you will hear an...

    February 10, 2016

    “You are a ghostless man. You do not have much time,” says the doctor.
    I am struck with the terror of the unmottled diagnosis.
    Like a shot glass of pure spirits, her language distills truth.
    Past, present and future become irrelevant, non existent, inconceivable.
    The m...

    January 30, 2016

    One type of dream that is important to people who know they are in the final stage of life is the predictive dream. Everyone is interested in dreams that foretell what will happen in the future, but it’s especially poignant when a dying person dreams of his or her own...

    January 15, 2016

    I am Raven.
    My image captured in mid-flight, every detail sharply in focus, is now immortalized.

    I am Raven.
    Forever remembered for that one split second that we entered into timelessness together.

    I am Raven.
    I am Magic. I am Shapeshifter. I am Enchanter.

    I am Raven.
    Do...

    January 15, 2016

    I decided to join you by the fire last night. When I first  approached you I was smiling and my eyes were shining. It was so  good to see you and hear your voice. The full moon was luminous. The wolves were howling a haunting serenade. I couldn’t resist howling with th...

    January 9, 2016

    It was the Sunday of Memorial Day weekend. I was 5 years old, almost 6. I remember being led to the sofa in my grandparents’ living room. My father sat on my left, my grandmother on my right. I remember the sense of other people in or near the room, but I don’t remembe...

    January 9, 2016

    In the swirl of life's dramas, it's good to take a moment to attend to one's essential consciousness (OEC).

    The neat thing about OEC is its simplicity, its cleanliness, its quiet.  OEC just sees what is, without any reaction whatever.  Just clarity.  It's not encumbered...

    January 8, 2016

    not with congratulations, but not without joy

    and pain

    and, surely, laughter

    © Richard Chamberlain 2015

    November 2, 2015

    May 15,1920 – October 23, 2015

    Mom is Gone
    She Sang Her Song

    As I Sit in Contemplation of Mom’s Crossing
    I Remarkably Remember the Beautiful Bleeding Heart Bushy Plant at the Old Family Home in Clarendon Hills.

    Mom is Gone
    She Sang Her Song
    Our Bleeding Hearts Mourn & Gri...

    October 4, 2015

    As I wander through the latter years of life
    a stranger inquires
    Who are you?
    Where have will and want taken you?
    Why do you continue, curious
    lost among the many mirrors?

    Do you know
    how rare your life is  . . .
    how bright a jewel in the tiara of heaven?
    Don’t imagine...

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