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Capturing Frenzy
Friday, June 04, 2010

(Written on January 7, 2009)

Slow down, take a breather, stop and smell the roses, you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone, dream, you don’t have to do everything, there’s not enough time in the day, white picket fence life, couldn’t we just freeze time for a nap and wake up to continue what needs to be done… always running around trying to get too much done, have we lost sight of what’s really important, have we lost touch of the moments we work so hard to experience, have the moments to live for been left unnoticed?

Do we walk by the roses? Or do we take a moment, even just a blinking second to notice the color of the petals, how soft they feel and how they smell? Perhaps we do take that moment to pause and smell the roses. Cameras are on every wall, zoomed in on every face and tucked in every corner, bag and pocket. With new technology and devices all the time a picture or video is bound to be taken most anywhere and in any situation. We’re all in tied up in a frenzy to capture, anything. But is it really anything or the moments that we grow from, the moments that catch our attention, the people we spend time with or have only just met but later seem to see all the time or never see again. How much can one be affected by a brief moment of acquaintance. Perhaps it’s in the rush to capture, the need to get the picture and have it come out just right or sometimes even better so not what one had in mind that is us pausing and taking that moment to stop and smell the roses. That we are taking pictures of the moments that we strive for, the ones that are important and that we want to always remember. Perhaps, it is just these moments that we choose to excessively (as the spreading of digital allows) capture that are the roses; that we have replaced the mental image with the physical image to have to trigger the mental memory that’ll bring the atmosphere of the moment back to life. Perhaps it’s taking the picture physically that is us taking a moment of realization and gratitude. Of realizing what we have, what moment we are in and that we are glad to be in it. Perhaps, … at least subconsciously…

I Will Try Again...Tomorrow (I miss you.)
Monday, November 03, 2008

“Courage does not always roar. Sometimes it is a quiet voice at the end of the day, saying… ‘I will try again tomorrow.’” Mary Anne Radmacher
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I keep feeling in the mood to write, inspired to write, even inspired by certain topics; but, the words don’t come. Not even in my thoughts, it’s just a feeling, it’s just a mood. What I’m feeling, what I want to say it’s all there, somewhere, but nowhere to be found and the words don’t come, and I don’t say and don’t write what I want to, what I know is eager to be phrased, pronounced and shared, if even just to myself in a clear way that can be illustrated and reiterated if I wanted to.
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“In lieu of flowers send love, send love, there’s a world of hurt out there, you gotta send love.” Song: In Lieu Of Flowers Preformed by: Rachel Thibodeau, Written by: James Slater and Rachel Thibodeau

“Today I’ll do the laundry; I’ll throw out the Sunday paper. I will make a list of some little things that will not wait till later, I will deal with the forgiving, and I will deal with all this sorrow if I live to see tomorrow.” Song: Tomorrow, Performed by Sarah Butxton, Written by Sarah Buxton, Bob Dipiero and Mark D. Sanders

How?
Thursday, December 13, 2007

What do you say? What do you do To help them cope, To help them handle life's cycle and what its thrown? Yes be there, yes stand there by their side. But what do you say? Say not to fill the silence, not distract But what do you say to express your care and compassion, That you're there for them whatever their needs, What do you say to express all. Even that which can't be brought to coherency. What do you say? And what do you do even more when you can't be there in physical presence? How?

What do you do?

Whole
Monday, April 16, 2007

I miss you, all of You! Tonight, walking, rose garden, Boom! The wind's wrapping around me in a cradle of you, sentimentality. That feeling of autumn that I love so much has swept me off my feet when I thought the yellows had done me in, and then the reds dropped my heart with the tears that linger. I let them fall admiring the formation of petals as I stood embraced by the changing colors of a springtime fall. Yes I'm tearing, remembering you; but I couldn't be happier, I am content: for I feel Whole held in the memories.

The Magic
Thursday, March 01, 2007

Winter plays I can't help but break down remembering the magic.

(3/1/07)
Life has placed us far apart
Time, who has the time to keep in touch
Who has the time to make the time
I miss you, that I know
You inspired me
Around you I felt at home, learning, challenging myself, surrounded by pure bliss
Around you I find myself and realize
Is it so bad to want those year round
To long to be in your presence
No not so much that but why can't I be
Why must all of you be so very far away
Why must all of you be only what I linger onto
Would it be the same if you weren't?
Would I still gain the world around you if I saw you every day?
Or is time and space the factor that creates the magic?

Feels Like Home To Me
Sunday, December 31, 2006

It feels good, good to the soul, to laugh so hard that it hurts, to cook and eat the foods that I've been craving, to see and be around the people that I've grown up around, to be with my family hanging out on New Years Eve at the computer and watching television as we eat fortune cookies. It's satisfying.

Happy New Year! May yours be filled with the feeling of home.

A Part Of Me
Thursday, October 05, 2006

The string has been pulled, the dividing line split. The present has become that of the past, a part of me, which perhaps is what was lacking. So, thank you. That's all for now, so have a splendid day!

What's The Dividing Line?
Sunday, October 01, 2006

Keep in touch, that's what everyone says. So that is what I've been doing. Sending emails, sharing what I've been up to lately. Yet now as I go to answer the same question to others I didn't type to yet I find myself with little, almost nothing to say. This is unlike before. It is not that now nothing has been happening, for life hasn't stopped.
So what's the dividing line, and what's changed? Before was summer, now I am at school.

Why does this make the difference? Why does summer's being over bring little to say? What takes the magic out when life returns to the repetitive (not that there wasn't any repetition during summer?...), to schedule (again, it's not like summer didn't include these elements...?), to the day to day....? It's not like I couldn't share what I did over the summer, yet the words don't come. Yes I remember, as I write (or lack of) but do I share now? No. Why? Before did I share? Yes. As I go to write another, will I find the words to share what I've been up to, past and present? Or will I remain stuck with few words and little information? Here's to hoping the magic can last, that the glory of the greatest moments can be a shared experience, during and after, and that day to day life can share in the magic even bring its own.

Great Moments Tend To Be Short
Tuesday, September 05, 2006

I was talking to a friend today. When I asked about her visit she replied, "Fine...too short". To which I said, "Short yes, all great moments tend to be". Yes all great moments are too short. Be it that the moment is as short as a second, five minutes, an hour, a day, or be it that the moment is longer: a week, six weeks, six months, a year... when experiencing a great moment one does not want it to end, as great moments bring true happiness. True happiness during good, bad and all that comes in between. Too short no matter the length 'cause when the moment ends the longing lingers, the memory remains. You're left holding on and wanting to be there, back in the great moment again, for it to never have ended. Always too short, yes, but is that a requirement so that the moment can end and be reflected upon and remembered? Or are we aware enough to notice during and reflect while experiencing. Reflect while experiencing, is that possible, does that defy the definition of reflect? (Does everything always come down the definition of a word?...) Do great moments have to end? Is it that they can't be 'long' because then the moment becomes the norm and one doesn't have the perspective to know that they're experiencing greatness? Perhaps they can be 'long' and remain great, if one has un great moments to relate and compare to. As my thought process here is being interrupted by life I'll Pause with what I know. I will always treasure the moments of greatness in my life!

Yawning
Sunday, September 03, 2006

This summer I found myself at two different funerals. One for someone I've never met. At the first one perhaps I was a little tired but not so tired as too yawn as much and often as I did during the memorial service. I remember consciously thinking, "I'm not tired, why do I keep yawning? I don't want to be rude." Each time I yawned I covered my mouth, being respectful and polite. Eventually, my yawning came to an end. The second memorial service was during the middle of the day and I most defiantly was not tired, however, once again I found myself repeatedly yawning.

So, I started to think about it. Why does one yawn? One yawns when they're tired and because he or she lacks oxygen. This second reason was my answer. One yawns because they need more oxygen, when one is without any oxygen they are no longer alive. Was my continuous yawning during the two funerals a subconscious way for me to connect? Was it a way for me to be with them, a way for them to remain with me? By yawning was I instilling their memory into me? Or was I simply, just yawning?