From one quiet soul to another

We are loud.
We are fast.
We are thoughtless.
And we move.
But our souls are quiet in unison.

You're there and I'm here.
More than worlds apart.
We don't even see the same stars.
But our souls are in lockstep and dancing.

It was but a moment,
not even a clock could record the time.
A blink you were there,
and then a blink you were gone.
But our souls are still holding hands.

Why meet now?
Why meet at all,
if this is all that's left?
Because lonely souls have a way of finding one another,
and then never letting go.

happy 'new' year

this is the thirty-first time i've celebrated a new year. thirty-one fresh beginnings. thirty-one years worth of resolutions. thirty-one years to understand that it's not about january 1st. it's about march 18th, june 26th, and october 4th. it's about taking advantage of each day, starting anew when necessary, and keeping the momentum going for those things that are going good. it's about the fact that there are 365 january 1sts if you needed them.

it's not a happy new year. it's just another happy new day.

:)

2010 - The Year of the Bee

This is the year that amazing things will happen.

Not because it's 2010, a new decade or just simply the new year.

Amazing things will happen because I want them to. Call it manifest destiny.

And you? What do you want to happen this year?

Never forget that where there is a will there is a way, and that life never gives us obstacles that we cannot overcome.

Wishing you all a happy productive year :)

Tidal

today is ebb. it is the withdrawl. it is the pulling away from the coast and everything that stood solid in life. it is the precursor to the shitstorm waiting at the door.

you can feel the immensity of what's to come behind you. its shadow creeps across the ground engulfing yours. and it is silent.

and then it isn't anymore.

the end of ebb is the beginning of flow.

it is the rushing forward despite all attempts to slow down. it is the fearlessness of all obstacles in the way. and it is the courage in knowing that there is but one moment which will define it, and then it is over.

and so begins the cycle again.

it is knowing that there is no good and no bad, only halves that make sense of the other. it is knowing that without down there can be no up. it is the constant belief that everything happens for a reason, and even if we don't know what that is, it is the perseverance to keep this cycle going, no matter how dizzying the cycles can get.

for the love of words

we are creatures of expression. how lucky are we to live in this time where our forefathers made possible a world of art and dance, music and poetry, theatre and the printed page. all of these things avenues to realizing our thoughts, musings and ideas, and then communicating them. for me, it always begins with words.

they come to me. words. they come to me when i least expect it. it happens while watching a film, or riding a bus. they sneak in when i'm supposed to be listening to someone talking, or paying attention to what i'm reading. they line up perfectly whenever i don't have a pen nearby.

and it's frustrating. to have a passion that you do not have control over, and instead has control over you.

i cannot be alone in this feeling.

writing isn't easy. but not writing is even harder. i mean, how long can a person realistically go before needing to write something down?

.................................. not long.

A few of my favorite things

It's bumping into a friend on the street. It's waiting for the temperature of a hot drink to come down on a cold day. It's the way the sun reflects off your neighbor's window and shines across the way.

It's the days past, it's the fading memories, it's the reasons that you are who you are even though it's hard to recollect them sometimes.

It's the way things change without your noticing. It's the way hair grows longer and days grow shorter. It's the way that four different seasons flow into a year. It's the way that you grow wiser.

It's the way you felt yesterday and the way you feel today. It's the wishes you make and and the promises you break. It's the way sadness gets in the way of happiness, and not the other way around.

It's the way that life constantly proves to you that things can get much worse, but can also get much better. It's the constant reminder that you are alive and well and still not quite at where you want to be. It's the reason we do our best.

Starting from scratch

everything is being pushed to its limits.
and the environment is seemingly limitless these days.
how far can we realistically push,
before we find ourselves back at square one?
having come full circle, where has one to go from here?

how do you do something new?