Closing 2015

One always has to know when a stage comes to an end. If we insist on staying longer than the necessary time, we lose the happiness and the meaning of the other stages we have to go through.
Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters – whatever name we give it, what matters is to leave in the past the moments of life that have finished.
Did you lose your job? Has a loving relationship come to an end? Did you leave your parents’ house? Gone to live abroad? Has a long-lasting friendship ended all of a sudden?
You can spend a long time wondering why this has happened.
You can tell yourself you won’t take another step until you find out why certain things that were so important and so solid in your life have turned into dust, just like that.
But such an attitude will be awfully stressing for everyone involved: your parents, your husband or wife, your friends, your children, your sister.
Everyone is finishing chapters, turning over new leaves, getting on with life, and they will all feel bad seeing you at a standstill.
Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away.
That is why it is so important (however painful it may be!) to destroy souvenirs, move, give lots of things away to orphanages, sell or donate the books you have at home.
Everything in this visible world is a manifestation of the invisible world, of what is going on in our hearts – and getting rid of certain memories also means making some room for other memories to take their place.
Let things go. Release them. Detach yourself from them.
Nobody plays this life with marked cards, so sometimes we win and sometimes we lose.
Do not expect anything in return, do not expect your efforts to be appreciated, your genius to be discovered, your love to be understood.
Stop turning on your emotional television to watch the same program over and over again, the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss: that is only poisoning you, nothing else.
Nothing is more dangerous than not accepting love relationships that are broken off, work that is promised but there is no starting date, decisions that are always put off waiting for the “ideal moment.”
Before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished: tell yourself that what has passed will never come back.
Remember that there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person – nothing is irreplaceable, a habit is not a need.
This may sound so obvious, it may even be difficult, but it is very important.
Closing cycles. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because that no longer fits your life.
Shut the door, change the record, clean the house, shake off the dust.
Stop being who you were, and change into who you are.
Paulo Coelho

Vulnerability

I promise you I will try harder to be better. I have battled with things inside me for longer than you know; I do not know what they are or why they are there, I only know they feel manageable, defeatable, when I am around you. -Tylor Knott Gregson

MooN

the moon glows, the sun shines
sometimes the clouds move slow

the flowers grow, the leaves fall
the graffiti's painted then removed from the wall

the tree's are tall, the grass gets cut
the waves crash the beach, the squirrel grabs the nuts

the lightning struck the thunder, the summer swallowed the spring
the winter was always windy, the weather was just a thing

strangers conversate about...no rain long drought
seeds sprout, bee's sting, birds sing, babies pout

rainbows and waterfalls...mountains in the sky
questions answered by questions that start off with the word why

seasons change, and everything hardly ever seems the same
some feel joy, some feel pain, the moth's get drawn to the flame

the purpose of life, will make you think twice, but for now will not be explained

-Bru Lei

Ethnically Ambiguous?

Am I ethnically ambiguous?

So I almost fell on the bus this morning on my way to work, but a nice gentleman with long grey dreads helped me find my seat. He literally reached out his hand for me to grab it (as I held tightly to my lunchbox). He looked at me and asked in Spanish, "Ere tu cubana?"...

I responded in like language, "No, Mexicana, pero tengo muchas ganas de visitar a Cuba. Tu?"

Dude: "Cubano" (with a smile)

Me: "De que parte eres?"...

Dude: "La Havana...y en donde tu trabaja?"

Me: "En el hospital, y tu?"

Dude: "Sabia que tu trabajaba alli. Soy instructor fisico de educacion"...and we just chatted for a bit, quite delightful.

And so I'm getting off the bus, and we shake hands, "Fue un placer"...and he just puts his hand on my head and smiles. I'm like, oook, but mad cool guy. Anyhow, being as I can almost find anything I search for on the internets, I did...this is the guy I ran into this morning: http://angeldcuba.com/home.cfm Pretty distinguishable.

I'm sharing this because you just never know the path the person next to you has walked, and the encounter was, simply put...SINCERE, and impressionable.

Anyone want to join me for one of his next performances?!!

Blossoming

"And for a lot of us who didn’t get as kids what we needed to get from the people who were supposed to give it to us, we can’t really grow up until we find a way to give what we need to ourselves."

-Sugar
http://therumpus.net/2012/02/dear-sugar-the-rumpus-advice-column-97/

Silly Questions on a Harvest Moon

My 30 plus vices have blessed me tonight with a nonchalant view of what's right and what's might.
Even some silly folk have stoked me with a ponderous moment. What is of concern, and what is of no atonement.

Inquisitive as I am, I have inquieted my qi into a draining philo force. So no more.
Inspired by these lovely kin, I carry on with peace within.

She smiles reflections down on you; so rejoice and make the choice. Let's reap the Harvest.

Tides of Change

Your moonshine basks my mental thoughts with vibes like those in sync with tides

My Mid-Age Pa

I see my father in the wrinkled, worn-out, cotton slacks of the middle-aged man ordering coffee with the one friend he has left. 

Laugh and live folks :) I realized my posts are a tad on the sorrowful side. But to pour it out, it's frankly all relationship stuff that was at one point on the mind...and I think can be applied to other life situations. Thus, I share.

Train to Nowhere

Nomadic spirits,

contemplating the next move.

Jumping on trains,

No permits or chains

Only stories to claim.

Back pack on, no map

Moving forward, left no tracks.

Short, sweet, with accidental rhythms.

Write on wrappers

To the hum of train track drums.

Inspired by the heat of rays that beat the cold of being told that:

Head strong in this journey was uncertainty untold.

Nomad hearts know what’s up with the other

Whose bohemian hallucinations

Laugh at bordered stations.

Squares, and bold lightning stares from those

Consumed by glares of normalcy.

They both share a look of the utmost reality.

Crows fly and crow’s feet don’t lie from lack of SPV ties….

And the train keeps chumming…back to the beginning.

Permit or not, chain gang knots and ticking clocks.

Haves and have nots,

the wills and will nots will...will remain to claim

the endless cycle of tracks and trains and

literaries dazed by the inspiration of a ray,

on a cold nomadic day.

You say nomadic day;
come, come away.

Adjectives

And so supposed right ones rite the things that our written word should right...Is it age, experience, inner might or simply sight of what's concise in our destined manifesto? For it's written as we go on; go forth. We have set expectations.
I'll just let the rotten things flow out; discard, have you. Count the blessings; and the saintly wishes granted on my ledger build. We could all be more grateful. But I have a hunch that there are some that want and want and don't receive...unfortunate I say. Use all senses and you will perceive.
So then the circle comes full; and the idea of balance is one that becomes blurred with the demands of so much social change. Lonesome yet beautiful. English syllables can't suffice descriptions of changes we feel. Age is one determinant of explicitness. Auld lange syne.
Let your soul love; but make sure to love your soul.

"The doctor of the future will no longer treat the human frame with drugs, but rather will cure and prevent disease with nutrition."

-Thomas Edison

Inner Umi

So far and so close, these serendipitous things approach… We fear the risks and take a step back from potential open corridors to above and beyond. The world of a small world is minute indeed. Open the door to the unexplored, give it a shot. Love, be loved, and let it go when time is due. Time will heal and give once more. I survived because I believed there was nothing I could not learn or wrap my finger around. Perhaps I was naïve; but fledgling ones who strive for light years are the only ones who might actually make it to that burning star. My Umi told me to follow my own light. And my inner light taught me solo sheds the brightest might. Small world, Harvest moons, and serendipitous accounts…when the world speaks to you in code, those tendrils are more perceptive than we think they are. Follow that gut feeling…follow that intuition. Let’s not be afraid of what the cosmos have collided to.

The Logic of it all

"Logic drowns in a whirlpool of confusion and the pleasure of absolute freedom is found only in madness."

- Esrar Dede

Fresh

What do sad people have in common?

It seems
They have all built a shrine
To the past

And often go there
And do a strange wail and
Worship.

What is the beginning of
Happiness?

It is to stop being
So Religous

Like That.

~Hafiz

Of Wings and Men

The Notre Dame Cathedral has seen more than its share...

In my attempts to rid myself of my fear of ornithophobia, here goes.

Reflections on the Go

One of the most visited streets in Paris, Rue Du Chavalier de la Barre, nestled coyly behind the Sacre Coeur church.

The reflection through the eyes and the lens of the...

 

Purpose

I was gazing at the homeless man,
the homeless man with rugged hands.
The homeless man without a plan.
I was thinking of a way to talk;
a stroke of luck might lead to such.
And maybe he would share his plan and how his
life began.

 

Eighty-Eight Pedestrians on St. Denis

A stroll near River Wey in Guilford

 

Lewis Carroll's opening scene in Alice in Wonderland was inspired by this charming view...who wouldn't want to go down the rabbit hole?!...my first time sharing my photos...feeling exposed.