My Sunday Best shelved and suspended

what are we missing… …and, why has it left? and what do you want? these are not words of love or hope. for clarity. it’s a question about the things that grow. and about the things that won’t grow. anymore. we forget the good things and focus on the tedious and monotonous things. we lean on doing the things that earn us money to go places… …and yet, we go nowhere because we’re too busy earning money to go places. :) we focus  on the things that end without an explanation. the things that…

an apology

an apology note from an old friend made me think… what does “sorry” mean, anyway? one single word against a load of pretty bad actions. it doesn’t seem fair, but a seemingly sincere “sorry” can overpower ‘bad’ things , i guess. maybe. right? and, i mean, ‘bad’ ? what is bad, really? so… i guess it’s better to read a short, informal apology note– a surprising “sorry” , than to be illiterate. /sober sarcasm :) so, apology accepted.   waitaminute…. hmmm… (not that i am searching for one!!) but, i imagine…

the grand state of being a perpetual beginner

I’m not fond of the words novice or newbie. (well, i don’t completely hate them but I just prefer other words!) i like the word beginner. I’m not sure that i’m a beginner at everything, but i like to look at things as if it’s the first time or as if it’s the last time i’ll see them. i like to think i do this, anyway. i like to start new things, ideas, projects…I like to be a beginner. this doesn’t mean I’m staying idle or abandoning and leaving things incomplete.…

life is a bowl of coffee…

          … well, something like that. it was for about an hour, anyway– life was a bowl of hot coffee.                   fresh, hot, milky coffee.                             this little bit of time made me happy. well, many moments do.                       impermanent moments. fleeting moments.                   but, in retrospect…

sometimes i doodle.

Sometimes i doodle on the “MEMO” app on my fone. i take notes, too. but i doodle a lot..with my finger… just for kicks and for …well, nothing. for nothing. Le Petit Prince. because,  well, rest in peace prince. and i like le petit prince… so this is what i had in mind when i heard  the news on the radio this morning that prince was dead. i pictured prince as let petit prince with the birds…hee. i like prince’s music. always have.   i like prince. and le petit prince.…

still life with pail and stick

Q: what did the stick say to the pail?     A: nothing. they are both incapable of communicating. they just sat there getting rusty and old. lifeless. unable to move on their own. simple, inanimate objects. ppppBUT …. if they had a voice, i imagine the stick would say to the pail, “hey, you look a little pale!” and, the pail would reply, “c’mere, stick, so i can hit you with yourself !” :) and the audience (the lifeless chairs and trash cans) would laugh and laugh. the end.  …

Um, party of one.

there’s always room for breakfast. well, sometimes, there’s just not time for it. breakfast can be something to look forward to. you go to bed and think…hmmm… what am i going to do tomorrow? what exciting thing am i going to come up with in the morning? who’s going to like this or that? and what does everyone feel for? but , when you can’t figure it out… well, at least you know you’ll have breakfast. and, even if it’s not the most gourmet, or  the most leisurely breakfast and you find yourself eating…

rain, sleet and the attempt at a love poem. (VIDEO)

  this is a love poem for you to let you know someone loves you without regrets, without expectations, without pride. it’s only simple and genuine love. who knows where this love came from? or when this love happened? or how love began? love can’t answer these questions. in light or darkness, in public or secret. in a lonely house, in a crowded space, there is love for you. it’s enough that you are loved. and, when you find that this love poem is treu and only for you, you’ll…

the vanishing lofty dreams to hold you up

when you got something to hold you up… it’s comforting. when you got something that holds you back…it’s a burden. when you got something to hold down… it’s exhausting. when you talk and talk and hold forth… it’s tedious. when you give and give and finally hold out… it’s unnatural. when you can’t express yourself freely and you need to hold it in… it’s discouraging. when you wait, and wait, and you hold off… it’s uncertain. when you ponder and exhale and you hold on… it’s reassuring. and when things don’t work…

a waiting room

in a waiting room…. you look at the magazines rack and leaf through old unwanted books. your eyes move to the ceiling , then glance at the floor. you don’t make eye contact with anyone else, instead you look at the walls but there’s no clock. you look at your fone and check the time. your eyes to turn to the front door and see more people coming in to wait. your eyes glance at the receptionist. you notice the artificial flowers carefully placed next to the real orchids on…

someplace

  sometimes, you may feel handicapped, and you feel you’ve chosen the wrong place. you have to remind yourself where you want to be, and you have to vocalize where you want to go. you want to visualize the road ahead. you make a plan but it’s still too vague. sometimes you look around and see brave faces, and you remind yourself you have what they have. you have your legs and your feet, your arms and your hands, your brain and your heart, your eyes and lips. you realise you’ve…

reminders

  behave the way you want others to behave. (kindness is always in st yle break down some walls and barriers. (big hammers are always handy) you’re pretty awesome. (i’m not just saying that!) take the stairs (elevators are…um, dunno) live a little lighter. and live a little more. take a little risk (but don’t hurt yourself or others!) the past is old so look at new things. make new things. push a little. (don’t shove, that gets you no-where)   i may or may not have said this ….…