Saturday, March 07, 2009
Sunday, January 11, 2009
One Year

It's amazing what can happen in a year.
For me right now, after one year of intense work, it's a new life, with new love, and, well, new life. .. There are so many things yet to be enjoyed, and I would not have beleived it a year ago. Whatever kind of work you have before you, whatever kind of lessons, or sadness, or happiness, no matter... It's only a year, and a year, is just another year, we all have them, and they will continue to revisit long after we're tired of them... It won't mean a thing in a hundred years.
There are many gifts in your life. Here's to recognizing those gifts, and absorbing them, accepting them, and recognizing them, every day.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Indifference
The writing prompt is from 3WW
Ache
Difference
Suffer
The 'Poem':
At the stop light,
Waiting in line.
Is it today?
Or yesterday…
Tomorrow maybe, doesn’t matter.
The car in front
Flicks its cigarette onto the pavement.
Rolls up its window.
The rain picks up,
Smears my windshield.
It aches.
Is it today?
Or yesterday…
Tomorrow maybe, doesn’t matter.
It’s unintentional,
We’ve all tried.
But we’re ill-equipped
The blathering of self-talk,
Rings in the ears long after.
There’s no difference.
At some point you stop trying.
‘Cause everyone’ in it…
And you’re not.
Don’t worry, there’s no
Suffer-ing.
Only
In-Difference.
A fate,
Worse than…
Ache
Difference
Suffer
The 'Poem':
At the stop light,
Waiting in line.
Is it today?
Or yesterday…
Tomorrow maybe, doesn’t matter.
The car in front
Flicks its cigarette onto the pavement.
Rolls up its window.
The rain picks up,
Smears my windshield.
It aches.
Is it today?
Or yesterday…
Tomorrow maybe, doesn’t matter.
It’s unintentional,
We’ve all tried.
But we’re ill-equipped
The blathering of self-talk,
Rings in the ears long after.
There’s no difference.
At some point you stop trying.
‘Cause everyone’ in it…
And you’re not.
Don’t worry, there’s no
Suffer-ing.
Only
In-Difference.
A fate,
Worse than…
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Thursday, October 09, 2008
The writing prompt is from 3WW
Effortless
Thrash
Vindictive
The 'Poem':
The phone is ringing.
Vindictive as it is.
Just when I least expect.
Always when I don’t want it.
Never when I do.
Seems quite effortless to me.
The way it always seems to know.
Thrash against it, as I might.
I never win.
Effortless
Thrash
Vindictive
The 'Poem':
The phone is ringing.
Vindictive as it is.
Just when I least expect.
Always when I don’t want it.
Never when I do.
Seems quite effortless to me.
The way it always seems to know.
Thrash against it, as I might.
I never win.
anyone's life
You have been my friend. That in itself is a tremendous thing. I wove my webs for you because I liked you. After all, what's a life, anyway? We're born, we live a little while, we die. A spider's life can't help being something of a mess, with all this trapping and eating flies. By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows anyone's life can stand a little of that.
Charlotte, "Charlotte's Web"
- E.B. White
Charlotte, "Charlotte's Web"
- E.B. White
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
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