Its good to know that you are fine, calm, and in a reality that works for you. This is only an observation and the photos lend no validity to any thing I've said, but I would hope that it is true, and that your photos reflect my comments, that being happiness, joy, excitement, passion, and artistic love.
You look happy. I like to see you happy. I have thought of you. Time passes so quickly and we get so wrapped up in our life that we sometimes miss the small things that kept us entertained - the things that meant something, the electricity that popped when you walked into a room.
You are by far more than simple entertainment. You were always more. I remember some of the evenings we shared... they were nice, warm, inviting. We were calm. We didn't know what to do with each other. The excitement was fun, the unknowing was trilling; I miss that about you, about us.
Time has been both friend and a cruel master of our years. But I know that in time, we will see each other again; either in this life or the next. But until than, I guess I'm stilling missing the letter "jay" from my alphabet.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Why Do We Ingore The Pain
Pain is what pain does. That means pain's purpose is to hurt. I'd like to think that pain has a different purpose. But pain's purpose is to alert us of the things that are wrong around & within us. Pain is to let us know when we need to attend to something.
Pain is the ultimate guardian that warns us to take care of that which is scraped, banged-up,or broken. For too long we have ignored the things that pain us. We ignore what our bodies, our surroundings and evening our psyche complains to us about. Some of us, pop a few pills to mask what is really ailing us.
We ignore the pain of the heart just to keep a relationship that does not work and causes more harm than good. Some of us ignore the pain of other, we simply walk by and do nothing - sometimes thinking to ourselves, "I have my own pains". But one of the most troubling things, we ignore the signs of pain from our very own world -- We simply allow governments to say we need resources - resources that destroys our drinking water, the air that we breathe and the land upon which we live. The big question really isn't about the pain. The real question is, Why do we allow it to happen?
Pain is the ultimate guardian that warns us to take care of that which is scraped, banged-up,or broken. For too long we have ignored the things that pain us. We ignore what our bodies, our surroundings and evening our psyche complains to us about. Some of us, pop a few pills to mask what is really ailing us.
We ignore the pain of the heart just to keep a relationship that does not work and causes more harm than good. Some of us ignore the pain of other, we simply walk by and do nothing - sometimes thinking to ourselves, "I have my own pains". But one of the most troubling things, we ignore the signs of pain from our very own world -- We simply allow governments to say we need resources - resources that destroys our drinking water, the air that we breathe and the land upon which we live. The big question really isn't about the pain. The real question is, Why do we allow it to happen?
Monday, March 17, 2008
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Crazy Neighbors
The neighbors are crazy, load by voice, foot and music.
Sometimes I want to open a hole in my floor and yell at them.
She is nice, the mother. She has two boys and she is never home.
The boys stomp, roll and wrestle more then they should and they
always make to much noise.
I am up, awake, woke by the smashing of feet, arms and elbows
that met with hardwood floors; It is a sound that is familiar. Walking
slowly to the kitchen, a fresh pot of tea I've started. Boom! Bam!
Crash! micro earthquakes erupt beneath my feet; morning has
begun, albeit not my choice. patience
I suppose it is no different then my brief years as a young boy.
I must admit -- It was fun! The joy of fighting off ones best mate
or sibling. The feeling of victor for being the strongest; it was
grand.
So, I will lay here in bed rubbing my belly, sipping my green
ginger tea, and ponder the time when I was a boy and I was
the crazy neighbor. :)
Sometimes I want to open a hole in my floor and yell at them.
She is nice, the mother. She has two boys and she is never home.
The boys stomp, roll and wrestle more then they should and they
always make to much noise.
I am up, awake, woke by the smashing of feet, arms and elbows
that met with hardwood floors; It is a sound that is familiar. Walking
slowly to the kitchen, a fresh pot of tea I've started. Boom! Bam!
Crash! micro earthquakes erupt beneath my feet; morning has
begun, albeit not my choice. patience
I suppose it is no different then my brief years as a young boy.
I must admit -- It was fun! The joy of fighting off ones best mate
or sibling. The feeling of victor for being the strongest; it was
grand.
So, I will lay here in bed rubbing my belly, sipping my green
ginger tea, and ponder the time when I was a boy and I was
the crazy neighbor. :)
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Into the stratosphere
Catch the sky if you can
And when you do
Jump into a cloud
Ride over the land beneath
Swoop down through the stratosphere
Down to the clearest and most pristine lake you can find
Run your hands through the waters
Drink from it
Love the moment
Breathe the air
Close your eyes
Inhale deeply
Raise your arms
And release yourself
And when you do
Jump into a cloud
Ride over the land beneath
Swoop down through the stratosphere
Down to the clearest and most pristine lake you can find
Run your hands through the waters
Drink from it
Love the moment
Breathe the air
Close your eyes
Inhale deeply
Raise your arms
And release yourself
Friday, March 14, 2008
A new friends
I met this really cool person today. I know that we are not to read to much into anything these days, but I'd have to say I believe I see a great future with my new friend!
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