Archives: November 2004
Tue Nov 30, 2004
A Chapter in Progress
I awoke as the warmth of the sun’s rays fell across my chest. I sat up
in bed and rubbed my eyes. The window shade had been opened fully.
“I hate it when she does that,” I thought to myself.
My mind felt especially blurry. The dreams of the passing night had all
but faded, but the bizarre images lingered on. I heard the sounds of
the shower and smelled coffee and something baking. I took a deep
breath.
“Cinnamon rolls,” I shouted into the bathroom as I bounded out of bed,
pulled on a pair of shorts and headed toward the aroma of coffee and
fresh bake rolls? I thought I heard her laugh from the shower. The
kitchen was perfect. I stopped in disbelief as I surveyed the end
result of Kelly’s wonderfully obsessive job. The small round table was
set with a red plaid table cloth, two plates, cups, and sugar and
creamer dishes. The counter-tops were clean and clear except for the
steaming Mr. Coffee pot and a wooden pedestal that held a roll of paper
towels. I opened the cabinet closest to me, and it revealed perfectly
stacked and ordered dishes. I didn’t need to look further. She had
finished her goal. I couldn’t help but smile.
The water in the bathroom had stopped. I heard the door open and turned
and stepped into the den as Kelly walked out of the bathroom, wearing
nothing but a towel placed turban style over her head. The moisture of
the shower still clung to her body and her breasts and stomach glowed
pink from the recent hot water. A faint steam rose from her shoulders.
“How long have you been up,” I asked.
“I couldn’t sleep with all of those dang crickets chirping and wild
animals howling in the night. So, I got up and did a few things in the
kitchen,” she winked and walked past me to the kitchen.
“Better be careful running around here like that, you might catch a
cold, or ‘something,’” I said as I patted her on the butt as she walked
by.
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Sun Nov 28, 2004
Melancholy Fervor
The end of a wonderfully long weekend is approaching. A myriad of
feeling laced events have passed by and leave me feeling a bit
overwhelmed and teetering on the edge of…of…of what, I’m unsure.
Ms. Theo and I traveled to the South Carolina coast for some
Thanksgiving time with my family. We took some time to sneak away to
the beach. Even with the cool air of November, the sight of sea fills
my being with a beautiful longing and poetic fervor.
The day after Thanksgiving was spent at one of my favorite spots on earth, Brookgreen Gardens.
Among the ancient oaks, as if an artistic attempt at punctuating the
creation beauty of the Divine, dwells the largest outdoor exhibit of
American statuary in existence. Some things are beyond words. Again, I
welcome the inspiration of this place of story and beauty.
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Sat Nov 27, 2004
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps...
I've been traveling all day and have lots to tell, but alas, I'm tired and will have to update tomorrow.
Until then, adieu!
"Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day." -- Macbeth
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Wed Nov 24, 2004
Happy Thanksgiving
Stop and leave a comment about your thankfulness! What makes you grateful today?
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Tue Nov 23, 2004
Today’s Gift
In both small and large measure, I believe that each day holds it’s
gift for us. Sometimes that gift may be missed for it might require
more attentiveness than we might use at the needed moment. Sometimes,
if we are fortunate, the gift of the day comes garnished with such
obvious glamour and pomp that we are broadsided and amazed. Such was
today.
In my work I meet people at their homes to provide them with
information on using my company’s services. Meeting people is one of
the things I enjoy most about my job. I often take extra time to find
out about the people I meet (their job, their pet’s names, the places
they have lived)… it makes my day more enjoyable.
Today I met Tonya C. Cook,
one of the author’s of the Dragon Lance series of fantasy books. We had
a wonderful visit. We spoke of writing. We talked about the joy of
entering the world of fantasy fiction. We shared childhood stories. She
allowed me to listen to her account of life as a writer and then gifted
me with one of her newer books, “A Warrior’s Journey.” I cannot tell
you how honored I was.
What a wonderful surprise. Ah.
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Mon Nov 22, 2004
Too Funny Not To Share
Subject: Priest and Rabbi
A priest and rabbi were seated next to each other on an airliner.
After a while, the priest turned to the rabbi and asked "Is it still a requirement of your faith that you cannot eat pork?"
"Yes," responded the rabbi. "That is still one of our beliefs."
The priest then asked, "Have you ever eaten pork?"
To which the rabbi replies, "Yes, on one occasion I did yield to temptation and tasted a ham sandwich."
The priest nodded in understanding and returned to his reading.
A bit later, the rabbi spoke up and asked the priest, "Father, is still a requirement of your church that you remain celibate?"
"Yes, that is still very much a part of our faith," replied the priest.
The rabbi the inquired, "Father, have you ever fallen to the temptations of the flesh?"
The priest then answered, "Yes, rabbi, on one occasion I was weak and broke with my faith."
The rabbi nodded understandingly and sat silent for about five minutes,
and responded, "Beats the hell out of a ham sandwich doesn't it?"
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Sun Nov 21, 2004
Flashback...
This will take you more than 30 seconds...
In August, 2002, I wrote the passage below. Today I was working in
the yard under that magnolia, and remembered. I thought I would share
this again.
Gasoline, Exhast fumes and the Aroma of The Divine
the heat this month is intense and makes mowing the lawn an
adventure. i have one of those old fashion push-it-yourself gasoline
mowers and the back yard at my home rests on a steep slope down to the
stream. my mowing path takes me back and forth along the side of this
hill, in and out of the shadow of the hickory trees, and white barked
beech trees that tower above.
my weekly yard mowing has always been a time of physical exertion and
spiritual awareness. it was in my back yard that the pains of early
recovery and the exhastion of body were met by the simple truth that
one step at a time in the right direction will result in success, in
time. it was here that my struggle with the 'weeds from hell' formed
the framework for my belief that recovery and life is about helping and
receiving help. and, it is here that i got a lesson about...
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Fri Nov 19, 2004
Beyond Useless, Limited Words
This evening I spent a timeless moment at The North Carolina School of the Arts' Fall Dance Concert.
Words like beauty, grace, sensuality, and physical perfection come to
mind. Yet, all these expressions, and more, are useless in conveying
the experience. Somewhere, deep within the soul of the artist such
truth may be touched...perhaps.
For now, my words fall infinitely lame. I might as well be describing the sun as a kind of warm place.
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Tue Nov 16, 2004
Something Has Changed
"Something Has Changed"
the rays of the morning sun warm my eyes
bringing awakening, awareness
i move, leaving slumber's serenity
struggling into the commencement of a new day
something has changed
my mind begins to fly
racing through the memories of yesterday
lunging forward into todays's challanges
hunting feverously for the change, the problem
something has changed
have ancient lies come to light
to rest upon me, here demanding restitution?
have forgotten voices spoken shouts of condemnation, final judgements?
something has changed
my mind drowns in the chaos of uncountable confessions, untold trespasses
What!, my soul screams.
What rests upon me today?
something has changed
i move forward into the unknown
lifting my self and standing upon the morning's truth, and i know
something has changed
the pain is gone.
-Theo
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Fri Nov 12, 2004
Explosion or Passing Fancy
If you surfed here through blogexplosion then welcome. A few days ago I followed the suggestion of a friend and joined the blogexplosion experience. My traffic has jumped and I've seen an increase in commets, at least at first.
What makes the BE visitor stop and read long enough to comment? Is it the mention of blogexplosion?
Perhaps. What interest me for now, is how many of the visitors, YES
YOU, will become a regular part of bloglife here. I know I've already
found several blogs that I'll be following. Good writing, humor,
outlandish honesty...all are some of what I have found. So far, It is
worth the daily 10-20 mins that it takes to earn a few points surfing
and commenting on blogs.
How about you?
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Thu Nov 11, 2004
Suicide
An Adolesent that I knew took her own life. This poem is dedicated to Cathy.
Waving
A Child
Pats the water with her foot
Ripples
Spread gently, carressing the surface
Gliding outward, searching for shore
Fading into the sea
Tiny toes
Break the fluid plain
Sending movement
life upon the stillness
Reaching
Longing
Hoping for a place to land
Again and again
Each gentle touch fades
Weakened waves reaching
Never touching the distant sand
Destination
Home
SPLASH!
Surges churn turbulance of sea
Arms and legs violate the stillness
Liguid rage to the depths
Unknown concentric waves
Demanding, demanding, stopping
Stillness envelopes
Returning shimmers
Calming the spot of one's chaotic
Creation
Somewhere
On a distant shore
Small ripples lap the sand
Lap the sand
Home
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Sun Nov 07, 2004
Fences, Dogs and Addiction
A few years ago, there lived a little yappy dog next door. For months after moving here, I would walk down the sidewalk leading from the street to my front door, and there, running along the short chain linked fence separating the neighbors back yard from our front yard, the little yappy, white, fuzzy, aggressive-wannabe, dog would be. He barked. He ran. He bark. He charged the fence. I had always done my best to ignore him. In fact, my life had been so overly full and chaotic during those months, I had had little more than a passing thought, a slight annoyance, toward the diminutive canine. More...
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Wed Nov 03, 2004
Welcome Bloggers
I've been surfing blogexplosion
and much of what I find in current posts is about the election, it's
results, or lack of results. I have found some nice entries in archives
and I have bookmarked several to revisit later to see what the 'regular
fare' might be... It isn't that I'm disinterested in politics and the
election, but, I just don't care to spend my blog space and blog-time
reading more about what I've discussed during the day, many times over.
So, here is a non-election poem. I wrote it some time back, for a
friend blogger whose attention and help I still appreciate. Yet, as
I've perused blogexplosion, I'm finding added meaning.
A Friend, or three?
words on my screen
tokens of life well lived
speaking of actions, attitudes
options, for living
words of one's journey
signs, revealing and deep
challenging me to thrive, live
choices, for growth
words launched into timeless space
floating in e-land, wandering
come home and sink deep
lifting, my heart sings
words from you, my friend.
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Mon Nov 01, 2004
Blog Explosion test 101
So, I'm trying this out...
Care to join me?
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