So here we are... smack dab on the precipice of another agonizing(?) Minnesota winter, with little or no diversion, save sorting out scorebooks and traveling duffels.
Well I suppose there's the added element of keeping up with the #OWS movement in all its forms, which should prove interesting. Prediction 1: By May of 2012 we will have seen movement/change that we had not thought possible within our current system of conducting business; both privately AND publicly. Prediction 2: Personal lives will be changed dramatically during that same time frame - perspectives will change along with behaviors and situations.
T
p.s. likely to be more within the next 7-10 days....
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
This isn't a void, it's just intermission
When the sound of your own breathing becomes an irritation you might think that something was wrong. Or you might think that your focus was misdirected - instead of hearing your breath you should have been seeing the ice and water droplets cascading rhythmically off the cupola. Perhaps you should have smelled the aroma of warm, comforting sandalwood wafting up the open staircase from the bedroom below. Maybe instead you should have paid heed to the feel of the cat's cold nose on the back of your neck. Our earthly senses deceive us... pay them no mind. Live with your heart...
Monday, March 14, 2011
Life IS a funny old dog... and loyal to a fault
Time has flown,
And with it
The nurture of the past,
And its necessity.
Pain ebbs and flows,
With pleasure, in equal measure,
When life serves up,
All that it has to offer.
Sorting these day cares
Often proves confusing,
As friendships take on
Unrecognizable form.
This much I know
As concerns the us,
We are as solid
As concrete long cast.
The past is a given
The present at hand,
The distant horizon
A warm, hazy outline…
T
And with it
The nurture of the past,
And its necessity.
Pain ebbs and flows,
With pleasure, in equal measure,
When life serves up,
All that it has to offer.
Sorting these day cares
Often proves confusing,
As friendships take on
Unrecognizable form.
This much I know
As concerns the us,
We are as solid
As concrete long cast.
The past is a given
The present at hand,
The distant horizon
A warm, hazy outline…
T
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