November 2008
Giving Thanks
So today is my birthday and I have taken a leap and come to San Francisco. Today is also Thanksgiving and as I write this I look around and se Old friends and New friends crammed in a kitchen, laughing, explaining, talking and cooking. How is it that there is only one day a year assigned to this - Why can’t it be the rule not the exception? This is what life’s about and yet we only...
Looking.....
So these last couple of days I have been sitting in turmoil wondering what the hell I’m doing here? What is my purpose in life? Is it to wander and roam forever trying to see if the grass is greener? Because if it is I’m not doing a very good job. This crazy wanderer seems to have fallen in quicksand and the more she tries to escape, the more she gets suck under. For a matter of fact...
“I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out...”
– Jack London
Breath of Fresh Air...
Someone once told me that writer’s block was the fear of writing something bad. I finally agree with him so this is me - my work - a keyhole into my soul…
Breath of Fresh Air
You are my breath of fresh air My morning coffee, my guilty pleasure, My perfect sunrise never to share My eye of perfection for all else to measure. When everything falls out of place, And my fate is skating on...
Risks
To laugh is to risk appearing the fool. To weep is to risk appearing sentimental. To reach out to another is to risk involvement. To expose feelings is to risk exposing your true self. To place your dreams, ideas before a crowd is to risk their loss. To love is risk not being loved in return. To live is to risk dying.To hope is to risk despair. To try is to risk failure. But risks must be taken,...
Lost?!
I never thought I would be one of the million souls out there blogging about the insignificant details of their lives but never say never, eh? A new friend of mine who saw how much I was struggling with finding my purpose suggested this and I though maybe it was time I lived by the motto “Try everything once.” ..What I write here are the ramblings of a frustrated wanderer who seems to...
“I know God will never give me too much to handle. I just wish he didn’t...”
– Mother Theresa 