(Emb)race Day, Or, Two Minutes For Looking So Good

Some of you are familiar with the morning scramble.  And I’m not talking huevos rancheros here. It’s that we’re-going-to-be-late-if-we-don’t-get-our-socks-and-shoes-on scramble that occurs just inside the front door, amidst a flurry of backpacks, gloves on the wrongs hands and a pile of protests that would shame the House of Commons.  Inevitably, as the sock and shoe…

Reduce, Reuse, Reborn

I happened upon a tiny little Aesop fable not too long ago. It regards a tiny ant who stumbles upon a chrysalis in the final stages of change.  It cries out, disdainfully, to the chrysalis “What a sad fate is yours! While I can run hither and thither, at my pleasure, and, if I wish,…

View From The Top

There are hundreds of paths up the mountain, all leading in the same direction, so it doesn’t matter which path you take.  The only one wasting time is the one who runs around and around the mountain, telling everyone else that their path is wrong.” – Hindu Teaching I once heard a speaker on tape…

I’m Not What I Am Not

I am not a fighter.  I am not a go-getter.  I am not a gardener.  I am not a good singer.  I am not a dancer.  I am not good at debating.  I am not gregarious.  I am not a good dresser.  I am not a beach person.  I am not good with money.  I…

The Unheard

I once read about a local man who died in his apartment.  He owned lots of cats, many who were feral and sick.  The man lived in a filthy dwelling and was a loner.  No one knew he had died, and once the miserly bits of food were gone, the cats, trapped in the house…

Chase The Happy, Lose The Sappy

Oh the Drama.  With a capital D. Well, not the Guiding Light or Real Housewives of Tagg Flats, Oklahoma (or whatever) kind of drama.  No sissy fights or paying off hired killers in leisure suits or wearing white after labor day kind of drama.  I mean the kind of drama that comes with being an…

I Expect You To Read This

I’ve done it again. There you were,  seamlessly switching between The History of The Stapler on Discovery, playing Mega Extreme Chinese Checkers online and munching on your fourth tepid tofu taquito, when BOOM!  There it was – I put an expectation on you.  Huh?  Where did that come from, you ask, licking the lumpy guac…

Twenty One Days

(I read a post by Sherry at Maintain the Zen a few weeks ago, and it was just beautiful.  She wrote a letter to herself, speaking to herself as a little girl.  I guess it must have stayed with me, unconsciously, as tonight, without any provocation,  I felt guided to do something of the same….

Dodging And Burning…Or Life Can’t Be Photoshopped.

I really used to be into photography – back when chemicals and darkrooms and countless hours developing paper in washes and acids was exciting and yet painfully tedious.  No “erase” buttons on the cameras back then.  Just hoping that the f Stops and depths-of-field were correct.  Bracket shots just in case.  Have lots of film…

Oh Dear Me

[Warning – have your finger on the “ignore”, “next” or “whatever” buttons on your keyboard, phone or carrier pigeons.  I am not sure of what other people’s method of communication is these days, but I am assuming that it’s not winged, but I don’t want to be exclusive.  Just all-inclusive, like those Dominican Republican resort…