August 2011
a thousand ships with a thousand destinations all of them speak of fantastic destinations but only a precious few will find a land of heavenly plenty we board our ship and set sail for the sunset there will be those ships that sail off to the horizon with us and those we meet along the way but a ship is not chosen only for the destination a wise captain, a hearty crew, sturdy rigging, provisions...
there’s no commitment. no promises to be broken. no dedication to something built together. yet still a hint of a thought and i feel like i’ve crossed a line, committed horrible infidelity, and betrayed something i didn’t deserve in the first place. and on the other side, i’ve revisited that which i thought was stillborn and had disregarded and cast aside, yet find...
grok:
1. Understand (something) intuitively or by empathy.
2. Empathize or communicate sympathetically; establish a rapport
but it’s more than that. it is to understand so completely that you understand it not as if it was yourself, but that you and it are part of a whole. complete. together. to grok is to love, in the deepest and truest sense. we are more than we will ever be when we...
so very true…
maybe things will change. and maybe they will change for the better. but i’d be happiest under a star filled sky, with a slight fall chill in the air, swinging with you.
“For small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love. “ “For me, it is far better to grasp the Universe as it really is than to persist in delusion, however satisfying and reassuring. “ “If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe.”
-Carl Sagan
If you have built castles in the air your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them. —Henry David Thoreau It ain’t what you don’t know that gets you into trouble. It’s what you know for sure that just ain’t so. —Mark Twain To know what is right and not do it is the worst cowardice. —Confucius
love isn’t what you need when things are going well. love is what you need when things fall apart. love is what you need when you’ve done wrong. love is what you need when you’ve fallen down. love is what you need when you need forgiveness. love is what you need when you’re lost in the dark, when you’re cold and alone. love is what brings you back, lifts you...
"there are many things that i would like to say to...
this sensation of building inside me, thoughts and feelings that don’t seem to want to form into words, but are screaming more and more to be said day after day after day… isolation is an interesting thing. it leaves you with no distractions outside yourself, but at the same time it gives no outside stimulus to spur change. i find myself with so much that i can’t resolve. ...
How befits a king
Though a thousand servants may be at his command to serve a feast for the ages A hundred ships will sail carrying men to violent and bloody deaths for his honor and glory All the lords of the land are at his call to carry out his words to the world But even in all that power and majesty he is but a man He has a heart and a soul which cannot journey alone Though he may call all that pass before his...
born in the chill of darkest night crystals sparkle in the light of that distant sun it shines out like a candle flame at the end of a darkened hall a glimmer which sets in motion fire within that icy bauble frozen streams tear forth as it winds its way towards its slow death small children torn from their mother and cast adrift in the echoing silence but then a pull draws them forth from their...
a year is a long time, and yet a blink of an eye. but when it comes to this, it may as well be an eternity. a year broken, lost, gone. a year without end.
Douglas Adams once wrote about a people from a world that could not see any stars. They looked up at a night sky that was empty, knowing that they were alone in the universe. One day, the dark cloud that surrounded their world vanished and they were suddenly bombarded with the knowledge that they were not alone and in the destruction of their isolation they lashed out to destroy what thought...
today feels distinctly different. that feel of a shifting wind that you can’t feel. that feel of the birth of something new that you can’t quite know or even comprehend. an unopened letter with no return address.
Grief can take care if itself, but to get the full value of a joy you must have somebody to divide it with. Mark Twain Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind. William Shakespeare Love is the joy of the good, the wonder of the wise, the amazement of the Gods. Plato All who joy would win must share it....
July 2011
To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting. ~e.e. cummings God has given you one face, and you make yourself another. ~William Shakespeare Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another. ...
tomorrow passes into tomorrow into tomorrow
each one ticks away the days of a clock counting down
an alarm set in memory of what has past
because only that can be known
the surprise of tomorrow is just that
and all we can do is work and dream and wish and hope
“It’s the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance. It is the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance. It is the one who won’t be taken who cannot seem to give. And the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live.” -Bette Midler “We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a...
I think I understand now why these islands touch me as they do. Isolated. Cut off from the world. People touch this land and find peace and joy for a time. And then they go home. This breathing land could have been so much but instead it slowly slips away, becoming less and less itself in the hope of keeping these visitors with it, until it is only a shell of what it once was. But if only those...
