Non-Pirate Wilderman On The Move!

I am on the move …  True,  countless times I have sat in me ship on a calm sea,  no wind to push the sails.  But, I am still, indeed, on the move.  Mornings have emerged from merciless and endless, nights; I have had no desire to step out of my night, into my light.  […]

Man Feels Weak: Let Him Speak …

Man, do you feel weak?  Speak.  You won’t be redirected, no solutions expected. Wisdom released, Men seeking peace, “Find your voice!” Yet, be cautious with your choice.” ‘Makes sense, “Negativity … nonsense.” Positive: the way to go,  let your success show … Show the world, show your friends … you are the one that shines […]

Thankfulness: Its Not Just My Imagination

“Pretender”: that is one way I can get by.  In my years of walking, sitting, listening, growing, with recovering drug addicts I have heard many mantras: “Fake it ’till you make it.”  What is this, a paradox?  “Fake it”?  What about authenticity?  There it is, a glimpse of the entanglement of identifying what is what, […]

Men Who Are Pre-Suicidal

Many men have these types of mantras: Leave dust, or eat dust; Nice guys finish last; It sucks to be you; Its a harsh world; Each man for himself. And there are other men who are: Emotionally or psychologically paralyzed; Wounded; Having racing thoughts; Isolated; Hopeless; Overwhelmed with futility. Neither list is exhaustive. The man […]

S.A.D. Truth: What Do You Do? Part Two

 (Continued) Doctor-types  gave it a name: S.A.D., “Seasonal Affect Disorder“.  Pretty fancy. Spring will not step in until it is time to show up.  Power  struggles flare up between Winter and Spring.  Eighth season, and the snow is here.  My hope, is to get through it, stay ahead of it; read some good books, watch […]

S.A.D. Truth: What Do You Do? Part One

Excerpt from a fictional work in progress:  “Its November.  We’ve had a few snows already.  More snow tonight, 4 to 6 inches. And Friday, maybe a foot.  The road, its unmaintained by the county.  Some days, ‘cannot get to town.  A fellow comes over with a snowplow, about four miles from here, but rarely.   […]