My Didgeridoo Journeys



I play my didgeridoo with respect.  I play my didge with courage.  I play my didge with intention – the highest with no resent.

I play my ridge with my soul in unison; a spiritual marriage unbound.  I play my didge with all I might – and make that droning sound.

I play my didge with power.  The power to heal and calm.  I play my didge to break one free – relaxing by the palm.

The spirit of didge resides in all.  Its guidance only shows.

My didge will be at my side forever – the journey no one knows.


Russian Roulette

Wandering through life.  Day-to-day solace; engulfed within the confines of the “now” destiny.  Seeing, yet, not seeing; realities amongst us….wandering further only to find another dead-end-moment-of-now.  Jumping, yet, landing on both feet; or maybe it’s only the tips of toes that allow us to spring carefully onto the next pebble; stepping stones of our existence…figuring out the next move.  A game of chess; chance or pure intellectual strategy that leads one to victory?  One bullet…many chances…trying to make it through.  One pull…a click…and then it’s time to go again.

Fumbling through and falling out of step; crashing, but not burning.  A suffering unlike no other, because no one understands what it is to be you.  To dance…to love…to live, yet, not feel dead inside.  Not yet!  It’s not your time!  But then, what’s next?  Looking around the corner; anxious and unknowingly naive to the forgotten.  Souls staggering about; heart racing…pounding…louder….LOUDER!!!!  Adrenaline is the fuel for existence.  Caffeine is the drug to awaken.  jittery existence as you hold on tight.  One bullet…many chances…trying to make it through.  One pull…CLICK…time to give it another go.

Vanishing in the shadows.  Your own smokescreen haze that’s in place to hide behind.  No one knows.  No one can see your truth.  Only you know what’s next…at least, right now.  It’s hard to believe that you can do it this long.  This hard….determination rules your spirit; nothing touches the daily stride you take.  Briskly…swiftly…strategically….each step not like the first.  Tap….tap….quiet now…in stealth you are safe from everything and everyone.  Everyone can hear but not see; they only think they have been there, but they have no idea.  One bullet…many chances…trying to make it through.  One pull…a click…sweating now…time to go again.

Feeling unstoppable…invincible…INCREDIBLE!!!!  Treading the waters one day at a time.  The water is cold, it slows your body, but keeps it alive…just barely…enough to keep feeling.  Head above water…just enough.  Breathing still…moving an inch at a time.  The light is just ahead.  Triumph is near.  No one will take it from you!  A moment well-deserved and fought for.  Embraced…enveloped…emerged.

One bullet…many chances…trying to make it through.  One pull…

`Tom Chancy

Reflection Through Self-Destruction

When one is able to move forward through their own chaotic wakes, only then can previous patterns of self-destruction can dissolve. Even DNA-embedded gifts from our ancestors can be laid to rest…and should.

I don’t preach it, am terrible at practicing it, and one would think the answers that come easily for others’ inner-turmoil would easily be written in my own book? Guess not… But this ponder just sparked some things inside; things that need resolution…answers, if you will, to questions that no one really has the answers to. So, at it, alone, I make the trek within; searching, dissecting, unfolding, and understanding the little footprints of this and my previous lives in the hopes of bringing my demons to rest.

As the end of 2012 nears, and certainly NOT the very end of our mortal existence, I suggest you do the same. Mend the fences, landscape your inner-homes, and plant new seeds for life to reward you with new fruit.

It’s time! Now, it’s time!

A Marine Dad’s Wish

Hard to let him go today. It was hard the last time in December when he left us after Boot Leave for MCT. He’s been on my mind today, over 24-hours after seeing him off to his first duty station on Okinawa for two-years. Guess it’s true…”It never is easy for them to leave the nest!” So, being me, this quick blurb came to me and posted immediately to his Facebook Wall.


It was yesterday, it seemed…
The day I held you aloft like Rafiki held Simba presenting him to his Kingdom. The greatness you were to bring to the world of tomorrow.

It was yesterday that I put you on a plane to tomorrow and the course that follows an amazing journey. A journey fulfilling pride, honor, and knowledge within your heart.

But, today, my son, I really wish for yesterdays’ past. To allow for one more fatherly embrace and the chance to tell you how amazing you make me feel inside before your tomorrow comes.

-Tom Chancy