r. nuñez

r. nuñez

I am a shamanic priest who loves to write stories, poetry, and songs. Retired, but still helping people, animals, and the planet.

How does it work?
  • r. nuñez
    Published 29 days ago
    Horizon to Horizon

    Horizon to Horizon

    When one spends a lot of time by oneself, one learns to talk to oneself … not in the familiar absent-minded way that we often do, but with a serious bearing, asking oneself important questions, and pondering the possibilities and the connectedness of the past and the future … and the all-important here and now.
  • r. nuñez
    Published 29 days ago
    Looking at The Blues

    Looking at The Blues

    What thoughts do we suppress in that expression of resignation?
  • r. nuñez
    Published 2 months ago
    Shades of Bittersweet

    Shades of Bittersweet

    In Oriental philosophies, we sometimes encounter the yin-yang, a symbol that expresses the balance of things in life, referring to the universal opposites, such as positive and negative, good and evil, darkness and light, hot and cold, and so forth. On a more personal level, we experience life in moments of ups and downs; there are those times we think of as sweet and easy-going and other times of bitterness and hardship. At any moment in life, we can look back at the progression of events and the best we might be able to say is that it has been bittersweet.
  • r. nuñez
    Published 2 months ago
    Verses of a Blue Note

    Verses of a Blue Note

    The following verses are song/poems from what might be described as a blue period in my life. They were originally songs, roughly written and arranged in bluesy melodies. Those melancholy times were the story of a country boy from the south adjusting to the culture shock of a big northern city in the winter... under the influence, homeless, and looking for intimacy. The "down" days of a person's life are not always necessarily about girls or women, but often are also about direction, orientation, and social interaction.
  • r. nuñez
    Published 4 months ago
    The Unfinished Song

    The Unfinished Song

    Today a Storm
  • r. nuñez
    Published 4 months ago
    Mona

    Mona

    Mona was my wife... we met in 1969, the summer of love, lived as hippies, moneyless and homeless; she was the mother of my children... she is gone now.