Monday, January 31, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Francisco.
Woke up this morning, too early for my own good, for yoga.
I set my alarm extra early so I would have time to shovel out my car
and have a nice rest on my mat before class began.
Not realizing the task at hand, I strolled up to my car,
looked it over and turned back to my flat.
I've never seen anything like it.
It was literally covered on all sides and I didn't have anything
other than a cd case to get myself out.
Bummed that there would be no yoga, I decided that there would be another time just like this where I would need to get my car out so I should save myself the trouble.
A man came walking down the street as I was poorly attempting to put all the snow
around my car onto the road.
He looked at me, looked at the car and asked,
"Do you need help?"
Wanting to feel confident that I could do this, although it would take some time to do, I looked at him and gave him what I thought was a look of no worries, I got this.
He came up and took my shovel.
I watched him as he effortlessly carved out Elka.
I offered to drive him to work and all he asked for was my name.
We introduced each other and then he smiled, threw up the peace sign and walked away.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
dancing in the genetics.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Friday, January 21, 2011
Thursday, January 20, 2011
I searched for you.
In and out.
I ran you through my veins
through my heart
through my head
and you entered
places that you yourself can't reach .
If you looked you could not find you,
but you're there
hidden amongst it all.
I know somewhere deep inside of you
you find the same place, that others can't seem to touch.
I am right there with you,
wrapped in the web of our dna of past, present and future.
Where our paths have crossed and brought us right here to this very place
we fail to recognize as our own.
Teddy.
I was born in agony, my heart
ripped from my chest, weak, crying,
alone. I was born the day, Karen, my wife, died.
Trapped in a cocoon of grief.
Blind with pain, I stumbled down
paths I'd never known. Friends
guided my way. Brief connections,
a hug, the touch of a heart, a spark
in the darkness, a little pain
bleeding away.
Now, years I wished never to
survive gone by. Wings unfurled,
I need to share the joy that
fills my heart. Help new Friends
find blue sky.
Mike Walsh
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Live free.
If you have seen The Cove then you know how my heart aches for Taiji.
Please if you have any heart do something.
{They need us!}
I finally finished they Things They Carry by Tim O'Brien.
Heavy stuff but very light hearted just the same.
I like how he explains death.
Writing brings those dead, back to life.
You give them life everytime you retell their story.
You allow them to wake from where they have rested.
He explains it like a book on a shelf that hasn't been checked out in a while.
Hoping one day to be opened again.
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