by Fred Nicholson | Aug 13, 2021 | All Mixed Up, Fred Nicholson, Stories
Day 14 in the Woods*Angels share presentsthat may open our heartsand bring us peace of mindand make us swoon joy fully.I know first hand.An angel joined meat my dining room table,offering presence presents. I thank You Angel. f*I just witnessed two big shareswith body...
by Fred Nicholson | Aug 13, 2021 | All Mixed Up, Fred Nicholson, Stories
Day 13 in the Woods*At the trail head I look backto see if she is stilllooking at me.I turned and was told‘It’s not all aboutyou Fred’.*That reminds me.Looking back or forwardis the on going human illusion.Don’t ask me about that.You have the answers.That’s what...
by Fred Nicholson | Aug 9, 2021 | All Mixed Up, Fred Nicholson, Stories
Day 12 in the Woods* I thought this serieswas going to be morewalking and less talking, but here I am againhopin’ to go walkin’standin’ here talkin’. I wanna’ walk moreand think a lot less.I will let you knowwhen I stop again.* I stoppeda little wayinto the walk. I...
by Fred Nicholson | Aug 9, 2021 | All Mixed Up, Fred Nicholson, Stories
Day 10 in the Woods*i had been attemptingto delete a video storyfrom my Facebook feed,when it occurred to memy long-lived storymay be difficultto delete,for after a lengthy timea story may becomewho i believe i am.Are you living AND observingyour story or is it too...
by Fred Nicholson | Aug 9, 2021 | All Mixed Up, Fred Nicholson, Stories
Day 9 in the Woods*I’m not gonna lie, you hear?I’m sittin’ outside shadingunder the umbrella,in the garden.At this timeI reflect on the woods,without setting a foot in them.An excuse is speaking up.”There were other things needing to be acted...
by Fred Nicholson | Aug 9, 2021 | All Mixed Up, Fred Nicholson, Stories
Day 8 in the Woods*a theme I refer toa lot envelopslife & death.Stopping in the woods,seeing ferns growingfrom rotted stumpsbones enhancingthe forest floor,standing on dissolving bark, the changing trail.There is only separationwhen it comes to us humans.bees do...
by Fred Nicholson | Aug 9, 2021 | All Mixed Up, Fred Nicholson, Stories
Day 7 in the Woods*On the trailI’m walkingand thinkinga big bearappears.Stopbreathe and thinkeat mehug meno matterwhat, is isand feelingbody of mineis a trick of mind.*I’m walking alonglooking down.He pulls the trigger.The 50 cal. flies throughone ear...
by Fred Nicholson | Aug 9, 2021 | All Mixed Up, Fred Nicholson, Stories
Day 6 in the Woods*talk about rape, easy to thinknot to feel.*I saw her up the trail with her bellynesting new life uncovered,a sun brightened orb.She saw me,quickly pulled the shirt downto cover her connectionto life older thanhumanity.We passedwith niceties.I was...
by Fred Nicholson | Aug 8, 2021 | All Mixed Up, Fred Nicholson, Stories
Day 5 in the Woods* I wore a thin tee shirtin the early morning chill.There was a timeI’d turn around,“It’s too cold”.This day I walked slowly,breathing in and outwoodsy scents.“The chill?”, you ask.I can now feelpebbles on bootson soles heels toes,nhale xhale, in...
by Fred Nicholson | Aug 8, 2021 | All Mixed Up, Fred Nicholson, Stories
Day 4 in the Woods“I don’t get it!”“I don’t get it!”(Then try again.)For the first timeI stopped and lookedboth back and forwardWOW!I have never noticedthe length of this slope,after having been on the trailso many times before.I look up again thinking,‘Still half way...
by Fred Nicholson | Aug 8, 2021 | All Mixed Up, Fred Nicholson, Stories
Day 3 in the Woods
by Fred Nicholson | Aug 8, 2021 | All Mixed Up, Fred Nicholson, Stories
Day 2 in the Woods
by Fred Nicholson | Aug 8, 2021 | All Mixed Up, Fred Nicholson, Stories
Where did the time go? the time my art and words spoke out loudthe time at home being afraid to breathethe time we climbed in the Austrian Alpsthe time I was high on opium in Vietnamthe time I masturbated with you in mindthe time Ellen saved me from drowningthe time I...
by Fred Nicholson | Aug 8, 2021 | All Mixed Up, Fred Nicholson, Love is the Answer, Stories
Slow-lyLet’s start with a new word now.How about breathe cool inand exhale warm out.The word is ‘breathe’in and out slowly,a few times,and feel the airkeeping us herecoming and going,entering and leaving,constant motion,‘til death callsus home.f
by Fred Nicholson | Aug 8, 2021 | All Mixed Up, Fred Nicholson, Love is the Answer, Stories
a DreamSome nights I have insightsinto color-full dreams.At the World Conferenceof non-human beingsI sat and watched pigs, bears, goats and hares robins, bees, crocs and fleashouse cats, spiders and batsbugs, shrews and kangarooschinchillas, sharks and gorillasants,...
by Fred Nicholson | Aug 8, 2021 | All Mixed Up, Fred Nicholson, Places & Faces, Stories
Day 4 in the Woods“I don’t get it!”“I don’t get it!”(Then try again.)For the first timeI stoppedlookedback and forwardWOW!I have never noticedthe length of this slope,after having been on the trailso many times before.I look up againthinking‘Still half way to...
by Fred Nicholson | Aug 8, 2021 | All Mixed Up, Fred Nicholson, Love is the Answer, Stories
SmileWhen I do something,confirmation from othersis a testament of my worth.Why is that?Is that the childneeding acceptance?Let’s follow the needfor the digital patson the screen.We get and give themin the form of heartsand thumbs galore.We compare the count,my heart...
by Fred Nicholson | Aug 8, 2021 | All Mixed Up, Fred Nicholson, Stories
108° FI amsittingoutsideslouchedunderneaththe umbrellathumbing awayas these thoughts come and move on.I am aware of the chest stomach area rising and lowering andsigns of heatin out aboutthe bodyis lovealivef
by Fred Nicholson | Aug 8, 2021 | All Mixed Up, Fred Nicholson, Stories
Dumbed Downyou wanna join somethin’ ?forget all the wordsAudible and others,set aside thought.if your brow is furrowedand you’re out loudthinkin’ “How”?review lesson oneon how to clearmind webs.It is difficult for a culturedominated by thoughtto accept spiritedbody...
by Fred Nicholson | Aug 8, 2021 | All Mixed Up, Fred Nicholson, Stories
a storySittin’ here in the shade on June 24thwatchin’ robinsland on the 8’ trellisin the cucumber planter,then swoop downon an unsuspectingvoyager heading home.f
by Fred Nicholson | Jun 22, 2021 | All Mixed Up, Fred Nicholson, Stories
meJus’ sayin’being present with beestrees (grounded andpapered), projectsnot related toan otherhuman is my wayto keep a distance,mental & physical,safe & soundbetween me & Ui wanna really feel,to just be me,no games,jus’ beME.be ME?who is...
by Fred Nicholson | Jun 22, 2021 | All Mixed Up, Fred Nicholson, Stories
She saidyou want to go out?He saidwhat do you mean?you know. go out.feeling freeto trustloveiswas and willalways be.He said,I feel love fadingas does lifebehindyearsof body mind . . .[CUT]Quit with the B.S.and pick upwhereHe said.He said,those words Go Outexhilarate...
by Fred Nicholson | Jun 22, 2021 | All Mixed Up, Fred Nicholson, Stories
words to the end.“You have to fight,to get aheadof others”I hearme versus youus versus themnow versus then.History fills volumes of what facts aremade of.Words.oddly enough,things will heat upjust before they blow up.the old fella is fast asleep.clouded hazy...
by Fred Nicholson | Jun 11, 2021 | All Mixed Up, Fred Nicholson, Spirit, Stories
Whatcha gonna do when HE comes for You?Beg to stay one more day?Cry crocodile tearsand have nothin more to say?Then you look up and seethe pale guy with afro hairlong finger like tentacles ebony breasts jutting outjust far enough to wetyour whistle and lipssuck and...
