Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
I found these amazing words in a post on the superforest website. Which is one of my favorite sites. It often provides me with food for thought. It is inspirational and truly beautiful. But this post really jumped out at me. These are the kind of words that make you want to be better, do better, be more, do more. They make me want to live more!
"I start this with an unformed theme in mind. Knowing that these
words will be directionless, yet knowing as well that something needs
to be said.
These words want to describe the way the full moonlight cast itself
across the small ocean in the backyard of my small world tonight… like
the light of the distant fisherman’s lantern in the shallows.
The way the water cast its shimmering surface upon itself again and
again like new skin, or the way the sea spray cast itself upon me like
a caress. The way the lights of the homes on the hills cast
themselves out across the distance as though to speak their place and
significance in a small sky. Or the way my thoughts tried to cast
themselves into the center of something they can not nor could
But the thing that gets caught up in all of this is not the words
which too cast themselves out across the screen, the page, the empty
spaces of this small white universe. The words that cannot catch,
capture, grasp. Spilling out like the sea on the reef.
What is caught in the net of the night is what words cannot describe.
It is a fleeting sensation like the first glimpse of a sunset through
trees, or a cloud swept mountain, or the passing eyes of a stranger –
before the mind can register, before the thought: “Beautiful!”. It is
the undefined moment. It is the end of labels. It precedes the birth
of language. It surpasses it.
And I find myself in conversation saying: “It’s amazing how easy it is
to forget the little things like this, in the caught up of life.” The inverse echo
of a theme: “In every moment there is such richness,if you only look for it.”
And in my mind I think: I do not stop to appreciate enough. And in my
mind I go back over those moments and places when the unlabeled beauty
of a place — a moment in the midst of an indescribable became the
everything of a life:
The shore of a rainswept beach where the river bled and the green sand
swallowed everything, the limestone waterfall with its easter egg rocks,
the greek lighthouse in the night I lost myself, that swollen river hugging the
firefly field. How many places became a relationship? How many moments
define a life?
Back in the context of the lives we create, I find my keys gone. And searching
frantically for them — happily lost — I remember in my frantic search what I
had only just reminded myself not to forget.
I remember music. I remember the page. I remember words. The lines
of a favorite poem: “The art of losing isn’t hard to master. . . Lose
something everyday”. I lose what I’ve come to know. I remember what
night means before the word “night”. Or sea, or moon. I remember the
feeling of things. I remember passion.
Give yourself away. Lose yourself, lose yourself, do not stop! Leave
I sit here losing money over lost keys and losing words into a
directionless letter writ to no one and losing time into a small life
that was always lost, or always wanted to be.
The beauty is in the mystery. Your life is defined by the undefinable moments."
your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
you can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
– by Charles Bukowski
I am so lucky to have such amazing memories, people and reasons to be grateful in my life. I am often overwhelmed with joy and excitement at all that I have. So to celebrate all the things that I am grateful for, I wanted to make a list of a lifetimes worth of Gratitude, but since this could in it's self take a lifetime, I have given myself 90 seconds. And go!
I am grateful for:
music that makes you feel
all animals in general
people who truly care
old couples who are still in love
my awesome parents
public high fives
trees you can climb
the beach and the sea
been south african
following my heart
the rainbow after the rain
my love affair with my bed
....ah there is so so much more!
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Monday, January 10, 2011
How will you make year 2011, simpler, happier and healthier? I think William E. Channing had it right, so I am going to borrow some words of wisdom from him on how we can make this year amazing. It's pretty simple, just make the right choices.
Live contentedly with small means.
Seek elegance over luxury,
and refinement rather than fashion.
Seek to be worthy, not respectable
wealthy, not rich?
Will you choose to listen to stars and birds,
babes and sages?
Study hard, think quietly
act frankly, talk gently?
Await occasions, hurry never?
Let the spiritual, unbidden and
unconscious grow up though the common?
Will you stop being busy?
Stop hiding who you really are?
Stop taking it all so seriously
Start something (anything)?
Start scaring yourself?
Start getting rid of the crap
Stop following the rules
Choose being happy over being right"
It is all a choice.
What was this night before
man invented time
did hummingbirds still their wings
or crickets drop their tune
somewhere a blade of grass bent
humbly beneath an empty sky
or perhaps nothing changed
not the glittering ball
or a countdown kiss
the way confetti glimmers
in the flash of our self-made glories
outside in the silent places of the world
a river gives birth to itself from a cradle
of stone there will be no fanfare
when at last it joins lips with the sea
only the sand will remember
only to forget
while we throw ourselves again
into the night that swallows us