Imagine that...a world where children don't go hungry every day.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
i mourn for the man that i could be and, i mourn for the man that i am. memories and broken promises shattered across that hurt so bad. i mourn for the story never told the journey never to unfold
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The spirit is like wine in a glass; when it spills, it seeps into air and earth and light... It's a mistake to think it's the small things we control and not the large, it's the other way around! We can't stop the small accident, the tiny detail that conspires into fate: the extra moment you run back for something forgotten, a moment that saves you from an accident - or causes one. But we can assert the largest order, the large human values daily, the only order large enough to see." -Anne Michaels (Fugitive Pieces)
We can't live lives of past and future moments- all we have is now. And we are entrusted and given the present moment... Why are you allowed to sit here, reading this, living in that spot, breathing that air, NOW? There are so many things that could be different, but what you have been given, NOW-HERE, shapes you NOW-HERE. My Dad used to say, "What is something positive that you can say about this situation"... kind of on par with the whole "tell me three things you like about this person" or "give me three things you're thankful for"... I'd be really mad at him, but there was always SOMETHING positive. We are rarely given a pure moment- undiluted by "good" or "evil"- usually each moment has many emotions to be felt and many angles to be seen. If you look in a kaledescope and focus only on a pink or yellow triangle, you'd miss how beautiful the WHOLE experience is! Your eye and your mind is capable of taking in so much more! I know you're just venting here- but if you get lost in the dark swirling bigness of loss, you miss the gentle person, holding your hand, HERE-NOW! And, just as you believe that love is a choice, so it may also be possible that being-feeling loved is a choice. What do you think?
hello dear one. sometimes Life just fucking hurts. and that's okay. its when you feel guilty for feeling like shit that you run into a problem- it makes it unbearable.
that being said, look around you- the whole world moves in cycles. in the dead of winter, frostbitten and desolate, we must remember buds on trees and warm sun on our faces. and in the dead of night- when its so dark that even the stars have hidden themselves away, we must remember the morning and the way the sun looks as it peers over the horizons edge.
4 comments:
The spirit is like wine in a glass; when it spills, it seeps into air and earth and light... It's a mistake to think it's the small things we control and not the large, it's the other way around! We can't stop the small accident, the tiny detail that conspires into fate: the extra moment you run back for something forgotten, a moment that saves you from an accident - or causes one. But we can assert the largest order, the large human values daily, the only order large enough to see."
-Anne Michaels (Fugitive Pieces)
We can't live lives of past and future moments- all we have is now. And we are entrusted and given the present moment...
Why are you allowed to sit here, reading this, living in that spot, breathing that air, NOW?
There are so many things that could be different, but what you have been given, NOW-HERE, shapes you NOW-HERE.
My Dad used to say, "What is something positive that you can say about this situation"... kind of on par with the whole "tell me three things you like about this person" or "give me three things you're thankful for"...
I'd be really mad at him, but there was always SOMETHING positive.
We are rarely given a pure moment- undiluted by "good" or "evil"- usually each moment has many emotions to be felt and many angles to be seen. If you look in a kaledescope and focus only on a pink or yellow triangle, you'd miss how beautiful the WHOLE experience is! Your eye and your mind is capable of taking in so much more!
I know you're just venting here- but if you get lost in the dark swirling bigness of loss, you miss the gentle person, holding your hand, HERE-NOW!
And, just as you believe that love is a choice, so it may also be possible that being-feeling loved is a choice.
What do you think?
hello dear one.
sometimes Life just fucking hurts.
and that's okay.
its when you feel guilty for feeling like shit that you run into a problem- it makes it unbearable.
that being said,
look around you- the whole world moves in cycles.
in the dead of winter, frostbitten and desolate, we must remember buds on trees and warm sun on our faces.
and in the dead of night- when its so dark that even the stars have hidden themselves away, we must remember the morning and the way the sun looks as it peers over the horizons edge.
i love you.
you are precious.
call me.
or email.
thank you, you three wonderful people who won't leave me to my head hiding in sand game i like to play
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