My Workshop Fantasy Machine

Tuesday, May 05, 2026

Good morning, Twfw. O/

Sync Oh Day My Oh.

Happy Fifth of May.

So I tucked myself away for a few years to work and heal.

My whole life long my one wish everyday has been to share words with you.

Something was always in the way. Money, exposure, chronic illness, learning to walk again, reteaching injured nerves to operate right again, even actually dying and human drama.

The list of resistance was Epic.

I decided a couple of years ago to throw that list out the window, get up every morning with the sunrise for pen ink, and just share whatever words showed.

The circumstances to live our most pressing dreams are never perfect, but the sunrise with most of the drama hungry world still asleep is close to an ideal stage for following through on my heart's desire to write and get my work to you.

Having a unique viewpoint on Life is like living at an oasis while others are out in the desert.

I feel as though most of my adult life was spent trudging through hot dry sands with backpacks full of water and food and medicine.

A lifetime spent overcoming the impossible shows me the words and ways I carry work literal miracles.

With a chronic auto-immune condition that almost never goes into remission and even flatline death in a car wreck behind me for proof of the power of spirit in words, these lines find you.

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Sunrise shows a beautiful Spring morning. Songbirds shower the sky with song. A solitary dove lands on a chain-link fence, looks at me, shakes its feathers, and flies away.

All the memories and metaphors that bird holds find me when I recognize it.

The peace of every morning is My Workshop Fantasy Machine.

Thank you for reading. If my words inspire you to take even one step towards creating your best dreams of life, I'll consider it a win.

And a pun.