We are more than students. We are collaborators in mastering the art of open paths and windows for any or all willing to step into newer shapes and shades of outreach. Each of us are on separate mountain tops with impossible questions and landsliding challenges. To locate a ray of light means discovering each other. Nobody likes to be alone. We also feel uncomfortable when overcrowded. Find your space and voice. That's your spirituality.

I’m always asking questions.  The fun begins when you start researching for answers. Such as…   To build muscles don’t we in essence have to rip tissue?  My wife says no.  The experts say something differently.  Plus…why are most musi\cians very open to talk about their personal lives?            I’m Arroe…  I am a daily writer.  A silent wolf.  I stand on the sidelines and do nothing but watch, listen study then activate.  I call it The Daily Mess.  A chronological walk through an everyday world.  Yes, it’s my morning writing.  As a receiver of thoughts and ideas, we as people tend to throw it to the side and deal with it later.  When a subject arrives, I dig in.  It’s still keeping a journal!  By doing the research the picture becomes clearer.  This is the Daily Mess…

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

We need to locate new paths that reach outward as well as into areas requiring peace and replenishing. Ukraine and Gaza. How and why leaders feel this need to continue to govern by way of war is beyond a normal person's control. They are killing with no sense of having to explain or pay a price for stealing lives. There's gonna come a time when tomorrow may not arrive and we could've changed that months and years before this moment.

I’m always asking questions.  The fun begins when you start researching for answers. Such as…   Why does it feel like we’re all set in our own way?  Plus…when people ask you where you work, how many answers do you come up with?           I’m Arroe…  I am a daily writer.  A silent wolf.  I stand on the sidelines and do nothing but watch, listen study then activate.  I call it The Daily Mess.  A chronological walk through an everyday world.  Yes, it’s my morning writing.  As a receiver of thoughts and ideas, we as people tend to throw it to the side and deal with it later.  When a subject arrives, I dig in.  It’s still keeping a journal!  By doing the research the picture becomes clearer.  This is the Daily Mess…

A single tree at the tail end of winter is still covered with leaves. I don't think it's shouting, "Hey look at me!" I feel the message is based on teaching those who stop in for a visit that it's completely ok to be unique.

Breaking down the steps of where things might have gone wrong. Not to live in a past we can't change but to be aware of why today's actions seem to be leaning in a direction not truly projected. The destination is that of hope, faith, and trust, which can be a touchy subject in other people's lives. We need to be freed from this cluster. To be pushed beyond what we think we know. We are living inside a newer age of stages on an everchanging planet and all its people.

I’m always asking questions.  The fun begins when you start researching for answers. Such as…   Why do some farts stink and others don’t?  Plus…when did farting become a child’s forever game?           I’m Arroe…  I am a daily writer.  A silent wolf.  I stand on the sidelines and do nothing but watch, listen study then activate.  I call it The Daily Mess.  A chronological walk through an everyday world.  Yes, it’s my morning writing.  As a receiver of thoughts and ideas, we as people tend to throw it to the side and deal with it later.  When a subject arrives, I dig in.  It’s still keeping a journal!  By doing the research the picture becomes clearer.  This is the Daily Mess…