You should know about me. I am, at heart, a racer. I like the competition. The kind that can only foster greatness and warmth. I like to be pushed back. I like the force when two bodies, equally matched, collide. It's how I scale mountains. Ascend if you dare.
I change the world. Not like Bill Gates or Steve Jobs. They took the hard way. I thrive on the first impression and build every relationship like a story. If every smile is well placed we ricochet ripples across the globe.
Things orbit my large head until they inevitably careen into it. We are, perhaps, as "smart" as we think we are, but that says nothing for intelligence. Any one of us can create a well of gravity at any moment, deeper and deeper until everyone is clamouring to get out of it, or go crashing into it, and that really hurts.
Reaching out and touching someone is as momentous as any Michelangelo. A brief contact can change lives. A flood of contact can smother them. We can be a torrent or a trickle, warm or cold. I have met warm showers and cold droplets.
There is much to be said for silence, there are piles of books on noise. But, which one lets you enjoy a field of flowers or a good-nights rest? I live in the city behind thick walls. I like to know the noise is there, just outside my little corner. I have been known to soothe to the sound of a passing train.
Five things that you should know about me, over here in the city with a beautiful lady, stars that rest on the couch, and a picnic on every tote.
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Sunday, January 6, 2013
It freezes down
I feel bad for the cold. So self destructive, it creeps in when no one is looking. It finds the spots and builds into a nice, high, high pressure. Then, in the midst of victory and a frozen planet, a giant cosmic ball of hydrogen fusions all over it. And... that sucks.
Excuse me while I lament on the beach with a nice chilled drink.
Excuse me while I lament on the beach with a nice chilled drink.
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Post-liberty
After the pomp and circumstance we find ourselves on the long road. It is where I am now. It is where most of us are now. Do we ever give it the thought it deserves?
Every journey begins with a fanfare of some sort. Start of the engines, a wave goodbye. Something needed. Trouble. A massive explosion launches the space shuttle high into atmosphere, finally reaching that starry scape so high above. As it should be. We celebrate that lifting off from our small, little planet as monumental. Much like leaving the safety of our home, the opening of a window, the start of a trip. Does it bely the great distance that trail will hold us for?
Life begins with much exertion, but much later than that it begins again. Adolescence.
Millions of growing youth and all they want is freedom. The time has come to be who they think they are. They've been alive a maximum of 18 years, and time is strangely compounded during that time. Now they unleash themselves on a world. A slow moving world. A world with more time and consistency than they have ever thought possible.
A human will live a maximum of something near four times that little one-eight, leaving one simple question.
Have you ever thought about what you will do with all that time?
There is so very much.
Every journey begins with a fanfare of some sort. Start of the engines, a wave goodbye. Something needed. Trouble. A massive explosion launches the space shuttle high into atmosphere, finally reaching that starry scape so high above. As it should be. We celebrate that lifting off from our small, little planet as monumental. Much like leaving the safety of our home, the opening of a window, the start of a trip. Does it bely the great distance that trail will hold us for?
Life begins with much exertion, but much later than that it begins again. Adolescence.
Millions of growing youth and all they want is freedom. The time has come to be who they think they are. They've been alive a maximum of 18 years, and time is strangely compounded during that time. Now they unleash themselves on a world. A slow moving world. A world with more time and consistency than they have ever thought possible.
A human will live a maximum of something near four times that little one-eight, leaving one simple question.
Have you ever thought about what you will do with all that time?
There is so very much.
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Knowledge without perspective
At any given time I am in a number of classes. The class of light and shadow on the nearby ground, the class of tree limbs and falling leaves out front window, or the class of not getting hit when the gear won't shift on freeway (watch it, live, every morning between six and seven A.M); we are all aware: the schooling of life. Very few times do I ponder whether what I am observing is trying to fool me, that it has any ill intent. Leaves fall innocently. We make rules to understand, like gravity, around that fact. We observe and create our understanding. Facts present themselves and we explain them
But,
We live in a world filled with seemingly insurmountable amounts of facts. Understanding it all requires special tools: our own eyes and ears and noses and fingers and tongues are not enough. Now we have voices. We write, we record, we speak and it all flies onto the internet. Knowledge is handed out with only the effort of asking in one form or another. And, you know what? We see knowledge becomes subject to individual perspective as a thousand opinions all coalesce.
Soon, drugs are good and bad and irrelevant and important. Pornography is a natural and healthy pass-time and a destructive family-scourge. We should all be ourselves by conforming with whatever group makes us feel good. Wrong is right and right is wrong. Who is lying? With truths as distant as the internet how can we verify the honesty of anyone? We can't see the leaves falling anymore and we can't just look out the window.
We could try everything, but that something in between harming myself and buying an apple computer makes that sound like a bad idea.
No, there is a better way. We ask someone who knows. Someone who has our best interests at heart. The scourge of death and master orchestrator. The great overseer of life. GOD incorporated, whose son freed us and spirit guides us. Yes. He will know.
He will know
...
And, maybe then I will know whether I should buy 2% or whole.
But,
We live in a world filled with seemingly insurmountable amounts of facts. Understanding it all requires special tools: our own eyes and ears and noses and fingers and tongues are not enough. Now we have voices. We write, we record, we speak and it all flies onto the internet. Knowledge is handed out with only the effort of asking in one form or another. And, you know what? We see knowledge becomes subject to individual perspective as a thousand opinions all coalesce.
Soon, drugs are good and bad and irrelevant and important. Pornography is a natural and healthy pass-time and a destructive family-scourge. We should all be ourselves by conforming with whatever group makes us feel good. Wrong is right and right is wrong. Who is lying? With truths as distant as the internet how can we verify the honesty of anyone? We can't see the leaves falling anymore and we can't just look out the window.
We could try everything, but that something in between harming myself and buying an apple computer makes that sound like a bad idea.
No, there is a better way. We ask someone who knows. Someone who has our best interests at heart. The scourge of death and master orchestrator. The great overseer of life. GOD incorporated, whose son freed us and spirit guides us. Yes. He will know.
He will know
...
And, maybe then I will know whether I should buy 2% or whole.
Sunday, September 2, 2012
Perceivings of our own selves
Being who we wish to be with the contrast of who we want to be *around* is difficult. Finding who we are and then bringing that into the relationships in questions, letting people value you for who you are is truly wonderful. One of the many methods for determining ourselves, then, is not whether we fit in, but where we fit in and if we like it there. Change occurs when we become aware of ourselves and our honest position in life and seek to improve it; to remove those things from it that we see as opposed to those things that frustrate our personal desires. Desires gained through much living and experiencing the pains and joys and noise and silence of life. The quantity of these experiences required before change, or the quality, is unique to the individual. Poignance is open to perspective. Life is full enough for all, however, and repentance is a process all must undertake. When and where are variables left to us and our God (Who is fully aware of our needs).
If we consider the difference between the changed (humbled, meek, gracious). And the unchanged, the experiences might be stark or non existent. War, pain, or even dismemberment are not determining factors for such wisdom. Experience is therefore no dictator of greatness. We are fully endowed with the ability to change who we are based on our circumstances and our understanding
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Mrs. Carpenter
Within five blocks of the bakery sat an enchanted carpenter. The wood he worked was not magical, but the carpenter himself was. He was the topic of much conversation throughout the town, the bakery included. Customers came and went for their loaves of delicious bread, all with different stories. One or two or five were bound to bring up the magical carpenter.
The subject of the magic is what held the town's interest. Unlike most spells that bring wealth or fame, riches or power, the carpenter's earned him a reputation in the wood world that equaled his unsurpassed skill. He, and in turn the wood he spent so much time with, smelled like sandals. Not used sandals. Just sandals. Some liked it, some did not. One in particular, however, a young lady of great liveliness and charm, had developed a great love of the scent.
As she purchased more and more of his fine dressers and cabinets and other wood-works she had the opportunity to fall in a deep and respectful love with the carpenter and his enthralling scent. They were soon wed.
The carpenter and the young maiden became a terrific duo. With her charm and his skill, his enchantment was soon associated with quality. It became desireable as his and her social standing launched with their success. They began a side business selling select quantities of perfume with their furniture.
They called it...
Sandalwood
The subject of the magic is what held the town's interest. Unlike most spells that bring wealth or fame, riches or power, the carpenter's earned him a reputation in the wood world that equaled his unsurpassed skill. He, and in turn the wood he spent so much time with, smelled like sandals. Not used sandals. Just sandals. Some liked it, some did not. One in particular, however, a young lady of great liveliness and charm, had developed a great love of the scent.
As she purchased more and more of his fine dressers and cabinets and other wood-works she had the opportunity to fall in a deep and respectful love with the carpenter and his enthralling scent. They were soon wed.
The carpenter and the young maiden became a terrific duo. With her charm and his skill, his enchantment was soon associated with quality. It became desireable as his and her social standing launched with their success. They began a side business selling select quantities of perfume with their furniture.
They called it...
Sandalwood
Sunday, August 5, 2012
If I hadn't
Is a useless statement. You did.
Let's look at consequence not merely as a tool for correct choice, but as an actual surety of happenings. We still seem to think that there is some little loophole somewhere, some chance that things will miraculously change at the last minute--and they might--but such a chance is nothing worth gambling on. Go out and live with your best decisions. Make the choices that really matter. Be sure, and if something changes, be sure that it did. The variables are many, but unknown. Let them slip aside for a brief moment.
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