Joshua C. Miller
Bio
Joshua C. Miller is an avid reader & writer, he is an author, speaker, teacher, firefighter, father of six, traveler, & spiritual truth seeker, & writes from his wide and varied experiences in life, work, family, & the outdoors.
Stories (12/0)
Alight Upon Mended Wings
When I talk with you, I feel like a butterfly flitting in the wind, with my best friend; touching every moment, like the tasting of every flower, gently swept by the breeze of time, with you only inches away from my heart, and mine.
By Joshua C. Millerabout a year ago in Poets
Thoughts on Meditation Practices
Meditation, and a busy life. They don't really seem to go hand in hand. I'm like most people, a busy person. I work a full time job. I have six children ranging from high-school to toddler. I sit in traffic for two hours a day, etcetera, so on and so forth. The average American life. I'm not complaining, its just the facts. I'm not writing this article trying to justify my lack of time to meditate. Rather I'd like to share some of my particular practices that work for me in my busy schedule. I've found ways to meditate and ground myself that most yogi's and spiritual teachers may see as un-traditional and not worthy of contemplation. I've always told my children "Nothing is hard everything just takes time." Which is true, and difficult to live up to.
By Joshua C. Millerabout a year ago in Humans
Of Reading Childrens Books
As a writer, with years on a hobby level, I have found myself writing in a plethora of styles; varied according to the purpose I deem inherent; in the writing of whatever subject or style my mind has tended to wander to, and find a worthwhile thread to cling to and follow for a time. As a father of six beautiful children, I find myself drawn toward the beauty and simplicity of children’s books. Having read countless varied styles of children’s books to my own children; and when secretly in my office and no one else is looking, reading them to myself for my own pleasurable enjoyment, satisfying my inner child self; I have discovered varying threads of content within them, and find within this endless category of books a treasure trove like none other in shaping the minds of the next generation; laying the cornerstone and foundation of such philosophical topics as love, personal growth, self-worth, familial stability, tradition, work ethic, character building, creative impassioned enterprise and the like. Of course, some would argue and say that children’s books are written for entertainment purposes only, and that I’m reading between the lines’ so to speak, far too deeply. Perhaps, I am to an extent, and towards this extent I shall continue to explain myself and shall do so unabashedly as I see fit to follow the thread of thoughts my mind has often traversed in silent contemplation.
By Joshua C. Millerabout a year ago in Families
Healing The Downtrodden Children of the World
“For when you give unto the least of these little ones, you shall have given it unto me.” Her hand was shaking. She stood, cold and nearly motionless in her dirty pink sweatshirt. Her hoody was pulled tight around her face. Her lips were blue with the cold and what little of her skin was showing, was pale as her body shunted her blood supply to her core.
By Joshua C. Millerabout a year ago in Humans
Falling, I Shall Rise Again
They surrounded him. Again. It wasn’t the first time. Their voices were loud and jeering. Snarls flew from their lips like arrows. He knew what they wanted. He wished he could just give it to them. His heart beat from within him. He wanted to give them what they wanted. He wanted to see them smile, and laugh. He wanted them to be happy with him once again.
By Joshua C. Millerabout a year ago in Motivation
Outcast Island
It was that time of year again. The festival of the gods. All the Islands celebrated it. Every year the celebrations and the sacrifices were different. Every 5th year, the 'outcast gods' had to be appeased. They required all islands to cast sticks amongst the terminally ill, the mentally unstable, the deformed, and those already outcast by their tribe. Those who lost the draw, were rowed ceremoniously to the farthest and smallest of the islands, abandoned until death by starvation removed them from further misery in the world.
By Joshua C. Millerabout a year ago in Humans
Are the Memories Lost?
Are the Memories Lost? Journals of a Galactic Traveler I opened my eyes. My head felt like it was being removed from an ethereal memory extraction vise. That feeling of dense, fog-like, frozen particles of a neutron star dragging the very essence of your mind below its ascended cognitive state, held my mind with gravitational like pull against the headrest of the chair.
By Joshua C. Millerabout a year ago in Futurism
Of Vulnerability
Of Vulnerability A Glimpse Into the Outside World The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. He had left now, and walked outside through the large front door that she usually kept barred shut with a massive bookshelf of literature she had collected in previous lifetimes.
By Joshua C. Millerabout a year ago in Humans
