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100 Words: October 20, 2009

October 25, 2009 Leave a comment

He whispers in the dead dark of night, “Honey…listen…”

I turn my ear towards the window that has been left open just a crack so I can feel the cool breeze through the night, and I hear in the far distance a low rumbling echoing down the valley.

A few moments later I look over at him and see, as lightening flashes through the window, a smile at the corners of his mouth – he is five again and giddy with the excitement of the coming storm.

I smile too and we both wait for the next thundering boom.

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100 Words: OCTOBER 19, 2009

October 25, 2009 Leave a comment

“For whatever we lose (like a you or a me) it's always ourselves we find in the sea” -  E. E. Cummings

Have you ever walked past an art shop only to look up and see a piece of art that is so striking it stops you cold in your tracks?

It’s happened to me twice. Once with Ansel Adam’s “Mt. McKinley and Wonder Lake” (currently hanging over my fireplace) and once with a blown up photo taken from the deck of a sailboat riding on stormy seas (likewise, hanging in my bathroom).

I’m not sure what it is about them, but I never get tired of seeing them. They show such conflict and yet hold the promise peace somehow.

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100 Words: October 18, 2009

October 24, 2009 1 comment

Bring on the rain!

For as long as I can remember, puddles have been a source of naughty delight. As any child, I too was told “stay OUT of the PUDDLES!!” Of course, this made me want to do only one thing…jump straight in creating the biggest, drenching-est, most splashy-est splash I possibly could. What I didn’t want to do though, was to actually get muddy myself…well, not beyond my ankles anyway. Talk about a serious conflict of interests!

Two inner desires competing for dominance; to splash big but stay clean in the process. Such is my turmoil.

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100 Words: October 17, 2009

October 23, 2009 1 comment

Sweet dreams....

Last night I dreamt I was asleep in a sailboat.

I was laying in the cabin in the half light of pre-dawn. I felt the gentle swaying movement of boat on water, and a light breeze drifting in the little round window, falling softly across the back of my hand, kind of like a tiny waterfall made of air. There was no sound beyond the murmur of distant waves and the occasional *clink* of the rigging.

To dream of dreaming in such a place and know I can visit again tonight.

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100 Words: October 16, 2009

October 23, 2009 Leave a comment

Blue. Deep, tranquil, unrelenting blue. What a gorgeous world to immerse oneself into. The light is different; layered in long, diagonal lines of glowing luminescence, electrifying the surfaces it touches.

It’s so cool down here, so removed from the opressive heat of the sun, and the chaffing wind that pushes and pulls with it’s sharp claws. They can’t come down here. They can only watch from above, hovering over the surface and dream of what lies below.

This is why blue is the color of peaceful coolness. When you are bathed by it’s light, everything else fades quietly away.

100 Words: October 14, 2009

October 17, 2009 Leave a comment

It's alright to disagree.

Opinion. That’s all it is, maybe a few facts tossed in, but there is definitely bias. There is always bias, because each person has their own unique set of experiences that completely color their view of things.

Everyone is entitled to their own opinion. Not everyone has the freedom to actually voice it, but here in the US, we do have the right, and we also have the right to disagree with another’s opinion.

However, no one has the right to injure or abuse someone because that someone does not agree with an opinion held by another.

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100 Words: October 13, 2009

October 13, 2009 2 comments

*sigh*

Getting comfortable on the tracks.

Every day that goes by is another day gone. Forever. How many tomorrows remain? How long can we exist like this…with impending destruction just a few miles out of our scope of vision?

Hope dwindles, melting inch by inch into a puddle of helplessness spilling onto the floor, cooling into a cloudy, hardened pool of inability and entrapment for all of us standing there watching the candle burn. What then, when there is nothing left but the used up matches of effort and trial? Where do you find more candles when there are none?

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