Little Children


What is happening to this world?

Brother against brother we stand.


I see a playground

and on it, little children:

brothers and sisters

fighting over a Father’s love.

One Father, many children, one family.


I see a playground

and on it, little children:

the bullies and the victims,

fighting over their differences.

Some invited in, others cast out.


I see a playground.

On it, just little children:

the popular and the unpopular,

fighting over the right

to be on this playground.


Who decided this?




The playground didn’t change much,

nor the rules of the game.

Neither did we.

We are the children of yesterday.


I see you, men and women:

Yesterday’s children,

fighting over land that is not yours.

Deciding fates, directing lives

you do not own.


Creation –

Humans, animals, plants, water, land.

You are stewards of these, not owners.

Never forget.


Beware little children,

for time is a fragile thing,

like wings of a butterfly on the wind.

Do not stray, little children,

for time is a sharp-edged sword.


So, play nicely, little children.








My biggest regret

We all have regrets. I certainly do. I’ve been thinking a lot about my regrets since I started my journey.

I think my biggest regret is not living my life to the fullest: not digging into my full potential, letting fear take hold, not believing in myself.

So I ended up sitting on the fence for a while.

But this is not life. It’s a half-life at best. You merely exist. You go through the motions, breathing in, breathing out… You begin to doubt your own abilities and validity.

Whatever your regrets, it’s the worst place to be – living with them every day. They’re almost like granny’s little ornaments, stuck on a shelf. They are displayed for everyone to see (no matter how awful some of them are). Now and then, they are lovingly taken off the shelf and polished, caressed, and then carefully put back on that shelf. Each invokes a painful memory of failure, inadequacy, fear, embarrassment. All they end up doing, is cluttering up your life.

Lucky for us, it’s never too late to de-clutter. I know, it’s not that easy to do, but it’s do-able. Here am I, dusting off each and every dream I’ve ever had, and attempting to address each one as I go into the unknown. I don’t know if my music will be successful. I don’t know whether or not my art will sell. I don’t know whether or not my book will get published and read. On top of this I want to immigrate to America or Canada.

Yeah, I dream BIG baby!

When my life comes to an end one day, however, I want to be able to say that I’ve lived, that I’ve experienced life. So, no matter what your regrets are, you can get up and change some negatives into positives. The best gift you can give yourself, is to love YOU, and to believe in YOU.

You’re strong and valuable, and infinitely more powerful than you think!


Do you have any regrets? Please share