Easter…
Most Days are nice days… Many days are spent wondering about or thinking towards another day… Days are looked forward to from the day we are in, in the hope that the day to come will be a better day… Anticipation is created that by wishing we get to create a better one… True… Expectations are full filled over time… If we wish for something it does happen just not in the way we wanted it to… Unless we plan and play towards the creation of that wander… Easter has arrived in all its spender… The long awaited holy day… I will say only that it is a pleasant day to be… Gentle and kind… yet the world barks… it is angry and the message of what Easter is, is lost on a good many people… who find hate a way of life… No place is safe from it… not even my little corner of the world… Take the message to heart and smile a bit… let the memories of the past ones fill this one and create a path to the future worthy of the message…

Being lost…
There are times when being lost is a good thing… Loosing some thing of value enlightens you to the worth of the peace lost… Lost because of carelessness or for the fear, anger of the moment… Loss is a good indicator of what is important to you… Glad you found it though… that can be a bit of a problem… lol… The cheer you find in my words inspires me to write more… yet some times do you need to hear the cheer? I suspect life is as much fun as it can be… lol… Well maybe knot… we can always use a little more of that… Sew enjoy the days ahead and smile a bit more…

Another…
Another day opens with the message of death and violence… Another set of words placed alone or apart of other things… and the need to hate… surfaces… once more the differences are not celebrated they are focused upon as ways in witch to despise one another for the diversity that they show… To hate for the sake of hate… I am not a fan of either that using violence as a method to control another’s point of view… That targets innocent people… to feed their own hatred… after a time we will survive this all… and go our own ways… In time we all find the peace we are seeking… Some in death… some in compromise and some in the changes that touch our lives… When one knows hate… they learn to hate… when they know love they learn to love… Today is another opportunity to change our ways… another present to count… another light in the darkness of the night to show us the way out… I hope it is…

Today…
Today I spoke with some one who wished to see… or maybe they wanted more then I could… I am unsure of what it was exactly… Today there was news of more deaths… of friends in need and times of trouble… Still I see the delight in the day… I sense a change in the earth that signals the coming of spring upon these parts… A day to be thankful for a great many things… Today the light shines a little more because it is needed… Today I get to strike a match for the other side…

Difficult…
My mind is rambling about searching for a thought worth writing about… In some time I will take off to family and friends and be immersed in the celebration of the day… Nice to see family… to spend a few moment with them… A need to step away from where I am… The day calls… The hour listens to me… My mind is having difficulty focusing on what today is suppose to be… Twisted is the logic of man that comes up with hatred… for another based solely of distrust… Time to step back and find the center of things… Death for the sake of death… the elimination of life for what? A piece of land… I donut understand such men as these… I will probably never understand them nor I suspect they will never understand me… Opposites that seem related but are very different… Opposing views that wish the same end but go about it in different ways… On this day maybe it is time we all stepped back it is as good a day as any to listen to the words and to just stop and take another route…

Strange daze…
The character of a day changes… The peeks inside reveals more of a luster then a shine… The outside glow dims and brightens with words, music and laughter of a different sort then happiness… All is knot as well as well can be butt life ticks on and on to the sea there is many ways to refill the waters… Rivers, streams… rain… ice… storms of far reaching particles… snow rains down as does the golf balls or frozen stuff… It is a strange daze we find ourselves in… Tire and feeling the throes of frustration we retire to our enclave and sample the sweet nest… The party of the first part sleeps and dreams… while the party of the second part wanders aimlessly… In time the correct response will have been made… and the solutions to your present opportunity will have revealed themselves to hue and the light will shine once more… Until then… one day at a time… one moment…

Wishes…
The sea swirls and creates a pool that whirls about and pulls objects of the imagination inside… You jump and skip and run and have fun… The wonders will never cease to amaze me… I have many wishes for times to be spent… exploring other possibilities… Yet I donut do them as yet… for they are wishes… yet to be… dreams… the process for tomorrow is to enjoy today to the limits of my capacity… The pleasure one endures for the future is endless… So many days without a need to work… what will I do… What joys can I conjure up? Hope is eternally grateful for the time away… The best of wishes have been sent out and returned many times… filling them is joyous play… sew the seeds of them together and plant them beside you in the garden of your choosing and watch them grow tall and wonderful before your eyes…

A little chat…
A great deal of wonder has passed from one to the other… We have ridden the waves of joy to the heights and then to some other places in the void of time between knowing that there is an up is an important perspective… Still the chat is what draws the wonders… I have knot chatted myself in some time… I pick and choose care fully now… lol… One night a while back I was speaking to one and before I knew it I had six people on line at once… Now I have been known to deal with two or even three butt six was a little much… lol… What is a body to do… lol… I agree it would be nice to chat my dear… In time the worries of today become the stories we laugh about tomorrow…

What I do…
Some time ago a person asked me just that… The answer my dear friend is that I am unaware of how I do it or why… I was looking down my address book and I touched upon your name and the words came out… I trust in my intuition to be on the mark and in most cases it is and in some it is a little off…

You are the best you can be right now… You are the most perfect person you can be right now… you are aware and alive and I hope smiling now as this tickles you insides… You are a gem… remember that always… In the silence of the night there are hugs to have… dreams to enjoy… wishes to create fantasies with… Pictures to draw… music to compose… words to peace together to form a wondrous symphony of pictures, sounds and sensations to lift your butt out of bed at the first sign of delight filled to the breaking point with a lust for living…

I may be far away and we are separated by time, space and years of existence… yet I still feel… the energy that sparks inside you… I sense the ebb and the flow as you dart about each and every day… and you also feel the wonders of my touch upon your skin… as it tingles and finds its way to the base of your spine and lights you up… from head to toe… Life my dear is a gift made even more special because you are inside of it… being unwrapped… one thread at a time… and what will be revealed one day before your eyes is the beauty, the charm, the intelligence and the true gift of the being that you are… The symphony of your life is playing before your eyes join in the delight slip into the dream… live the fantasy… What I do my friend is point these things out…

Taking a walk…
A walk along the waters edge… a stroll upon the grass… a place to sit upon her banks and listen to the sounds of the water moving towards the sea… A chance to smile and let the sun brighten me with warmth and tenderness… An opportunity to smile upon your face and let you see mine… Now that is a possibility that I will put aside an wish for so that one day it will become a reality… Yes, that is a wish worth saving and creating inside my mind… Such wonderful sights surround you your home comfortable and loving… You are part of the landscape and it is part of you… Perfect for each other… Easter in the German countryside… sounds like a wonderful time… I will be there in spirit… enjoy the time away with your family… these are the memories worth having…

Timing…
Words should be timed for there effect on a person… Words should be placed before some one when the opportunity presents itself so the fullest level of wonder can be achieved inside the person reading the words you write… Once upon a time words were the tools of the educated… yet we all spoke… Before this time I held your hand whilst I laid dying and your words comforted me… The timing perfect the perfect words spoken… the eyes spoke more deeply and comforting then the words… I fell silent in moment and left this earth knowing that witch you spoke was true… timing was everything…

I some times forget that and speak when I should hold my tongue and let the words trickle out… slowly over time and a good smile or memory… A hug to share in a public place filled with strangers watching… Caring knot for them but only for the soul that touches mine in this way… Silliness I have a lot of… I act foolishly when my heart is touched… part of my life was missed because I failed to do so… Now I may speak or act a little sooner then I should… It is all in the timing of the words… I sit now upon the edge of my existence and I wonder… aloud… to myself if this wish is real… and I am answered that it is… that you do exist and that you are touching me and a part of me… A vital part… one that shines even when I donut wish it to… it is the light that leads me out of darkness… the single flame that burned in the void… that I wished, dreamed and desired…

I am once more very proud of you… I sit back this morning and I am smiling as I write this remembering a child… a sister and a passionate lover… and always a good friend… my best friend in all the world… We are walking this path and holding on to each other as we glide in and about each day… Your gifts shining inside you and mine inside me and when we touch the flash explodes inside both of us… We share that freely with each other and with those close to us… Yet there is no more powerful connection then we share together… a spiritual love exists and will forever over time…

I will stop my gushing and get back to more “normal” writings but you over stand the need to know more then most… So accept the words I write here as they are meant… as a gift to read when you wish to… as a massage to your soul when you need one and a hug to embrace you when ever the need arises… there is always more for you… to have, to hold and to be loved… effortlessly, endlessly…

Keeping silent…
There are moments when words escape me and I wish deeply that they could be taken back… The reaction at the moment was incorrect or inappropriate… I Miss calculated many times… The stillness of the air tells me so… On one hand it is better to speak then to remain in silence to fester and open wounds… On the other hand to hurt another is not a noble task… or deed…

Hiding on the edges…
I walk upon the edges of existence… The shyness of me wishes to be heard but knot seen nor known in any way… I stop… then start… then start once more in another direction spinning words in all ways… Still I am there and I am knot… I am some where and then know where at all… I am hiding yes… all the time… behind my words… an image… a journal… a computer screen and my own walls, my own facade… I shall remain silent for a bit and write the ways that I wish to write and in time step forth from the caves and hiding places to speak… or better to write some more… In the silence of my hiding I see more for I am unsure of what I am looking for… Still knot having found it I search deeper and deeper into the stillness of my own being… I know it is here inside me that witch I search for… Yet I still look outside in the hope that some one will enlighten me… The edge is the place we peer over to see how high we are… and seeing the heights we can rise up to we wonder about falling in and realize there is no height as high or low as low as low… it is just where we are and we step off the edge to move forward with time…

Happy thoughts…
A happy thought is what delights you from the inside out… It is what makes you fly… lightens your day and creates inside you a feeling of freedom that lifts you up… When one concentrates on a happy thought they begin to smile for no reason they laugh… giggle… their insides tickle and a certain glow shimmers about them… people ask why are you so happy? There is know explanation to a happy thought… It is just a happy thought free to roam inside you now… to rest upon the base of your spine and to tickle you all day long into the night and all you have to do is smile… Writing is a gift… as is any creative expression… the artist delights in the sharing of words… moments… the experience of doing… One sits and listens to the sounds of laughter… more wonder is in one minute of listening then in hours of thinking… Truth is the perspective of the speaker… real truth touches the soul… Create a happy thought and you can fly… higher then you ever dreamed… it is what is inside you now isn’t it?

A captive moment…
Trapped between two sets of time… bordered on all sides by the magic of our memories… situation in a time capsule sits the stillness of a moment captured in time… These are the special times we have kept close to our hearts… Created in the joy of the moment we experienced… Tucked away for safe keeping to use at a later time to spark a recollection of this time… A moment of wonder… A few days of pleasure… a hug so perfect it still warms your heart and tickles your toes… A voice that calls out in the wilderness of your mind to stop and remember me… It was so long ago once and far away now that this is all I have left yet it is so perfect in all details… improved over time… added to with the subtle grace on ones imagination until the original moment is hidden behind an even better one… This is the way of human nature… to capture a moment and then to add wonder to it to improve the impulses of desire so much that there is passion within the captive heart… more so then when the moment was captured originally… it is the way of our imagination to create a living fantasy… a small fig mint never hurt any one… especially the one captured in the moment…

The thinness of walls…
Walls are made to shield one from the other… They are made of materials to hold back the senses and protect one from the other… They are made of varied materials, rocks, bricks, mortar, wood, plaster and combinations of all… They separate us from each other and while the sense of sight is usually blocked the sense of hearing seeps through… The sounds of another can be heard across the boundary they has erected to keep us out… Much the same within each of us… The walls we have created to hold others out hold us in… Over time the real person is shielded inside the walls and simple cannot find their way out… Walls should be thin… veils that fall away at the proper time… scattered about are the remnants of other attempts to hide behind that have been pierced and taken down… To explore the world one must be willing to walk it bare to the elements… to live is to be aware of what is going on… Be glad for thin walls are easily shed as time passes…

Other things…
Many other thoughts filtered into my mind as we spoke yesterday… The busy nest of my life… how much I miss you… the visions of you sitting with me while I think of you… The gentle touch upon my shoulder the look in your eyes the sparkle of delight, your smile… many thoughts of holding you and making the hurt go away even if for only a moment… The words of it never being enough cut deep with the truth that they held… a sharpness that stings even still today… I can give you a vision of life that is better, a pedestal to stand on so that you have a center, a place to gain strength from… A place to go when you need a hug, to talk, to laugh, to know that love exists in your life… A place to visit daily that shines with the delight that is inside you and sparks the desire for life in you to glow even brighter now… A knowledge of shared magic that burns so hot and so bright that it warms the soul and trips memories of other times and places… We are twins of the same mother… we have shared life… friendship, love and each other endlessly over the ages…

There existed in me a void once that I could not over stand… I had no reference for it… nor did I even realize what it was… You were that void that existed inside me… until I found you in this life the void existed… it grew and sucked the life from me… So many other things I wanted to say yesterday that did not come out of me… Ich liebe Dich some times just isn’t enough to tell some one thank you for being a part of some thing magical… In a few years time the memories will be the gems that sustain me… It will be all I have left… the sound of your voice… the feel of your hand in mine… the occasional sight of you and the touch of you… Some times that will not be enough and at others times it will be all we can share with each other… All we have of the other one, the twin the magical other half that sparks us and burns inside each of us…

Other things needed to be said yesterday but time limits me… time plays a cruel roll in my life… I did not wait when I was suppose to… I waited to long at other times when I was suppose to act… I spoke when I should have remained silent and remained silent when I needed to speak… All these in decisions I hold up as moments I would like to live over… yet that is not the way of time… they are what was… the present is now to open and enjoy… so that the memory of today is much brighter and the thoughts of tomorrow are filled with anticipation and more joy…

I expect that in time we will spend a moment or two… I expect that we will grace each others past, present and future… I expect that the magic we share will be shared always between us as the kindred souls we are… I expect that over time the illusions we share will become realities and the dreams of happiness will wash over you… I expect your delights to grow stronger now and for others to see what shines inside you now brightly… I expect that you will smile and care for your own health knowing that there is more to life then has met your eye so far… I expect you to step forth each day as you awake feeling the warmth of love lift you from the bed and wash you from the tips of your toes to the tops of your little pointed ears… I expect you to wish, to dream and to create a reality that is worthy of you… Most of all I expect you to know that you are loved, cared for and respected for the wonderful woman that you are…

Bunnies…
I have knot hunted bunnies in a long time my friend… Many years… and I could never catch them they were quite fast… I wonder what I would have done with such a thing… My mom Shirley would knot have let me keep one… The ones I did catch I caught with my imagination and lettuce say they were quite delightful to have about my room… lol… enjoy the daze before Easter and with the family smile and find the peace you wish for in each day…

A busy day…
A time of much running about was yesterday… A time of scattered thoughts along the plane and when I found a moment… it was time for the computer at work to shut down the network… All the worlds a river running through time racing from one place to the next… and I am the silent stream unnoticed dripping my contents into the flow of things… Hope is what I carry… dreams and wishes of other places and times… A single hand to hold… a hug to give a smile to extend out over open spaces… Some times these wonders are enough and other times the delights are needed even more each day as the sun rises and sets the energy creeps back inside and soon very soon the trips to fantastic will begin once more…

Saying… it…
In truth we get to have a lot of things without asking for them… There are many times in our lives when we have been surprised by others… Given gifts we appreciated when it was not a special day or occasion… In the stillness of ones heart those gifts were wished for… they were dreamed about spoken off in ones mind… As we grew… and became more aware Miss Takes happened because we wished, dreamed but we never spoke or said what we wanted out loud… You donut get to have it until you say it… And if they cannot say it they donut get to have it either… This is especially true in relationships… We hide so much in our hearts that it can be easily Miss understood… Miss Interpreted and then we hurt… or cause hurt… Say what you desire… and the truth will find you…

One slip…
A peace… a tiny bit of something… A slip of the tongue or of paper… a little piece of some thing that speaks volumes… Love… a simple four letter word that is a complexity of sensations… Lust… another word that for some reason is seen as evil… when a good lust is a wonderful thing… The deeper we go the more we see… the more we see the better it feels… the better it feels the more we desire… the more we desire the more joy it brings… the more joy it brings the deeper we go… One slip of the mouth and the world knows it too… One slip of the lips and the day sparkles… One chance taken and the entire perspective changes in that instant… One frozen moment in time relived over and over again… A chance hello… a bump… two ships passing noticed in the night… One simple slip and the worlds for both changed never to be the same… Interesting how that happens…

Soon…
Soon it will be time to start a new adventure… To open a new exploration into time… The journey across time and space is easy… Fantasy requires only the possibility to exist… Reality requires a method in witch to transport the reality from one location to the next… Soon all fantasies will exist that is the nature of dreams… The wish… a desire floating off into the unknown to combine with other unknowns and then to spark a dream into a reality that was once thought impossible now being not only possible but a part of everyday… Soon it will be that time…

Smiles…
The sky never sheds lights unless you see it… The warmth of the sun… is knot there unless you feel it… The sound of a bird cannot be heard unless you listen for it… The words are all about hue… They sparkle, flash, spark or appear out of the mist… The ripples of delight that come from these expressions spark other responses… Knowledge is power… yet some things are best left to just enjoy… Words inspire words… people inspire words… actions inspire words… smiles inspire words and so on… What inspires me is the sense that what I write makes a difference… creates a smile… a laugh… a sense that there is joy, happiness and a reason for being in each day… Nothing as complicated as world peas or some other noble idea… One smile… one laugh… one spark of an idea that some how makes this day appear better…

Enjoying my day…
In joy the reason for the day reveals itself… The idea that being alive at some other time mystifies… yet it appears as a reality… Time is a creation of porpoise… later is not now but some other time yet to be… Feel better now and sea the shore… Carpe Diem… Seize the day… seize the opportunity to be… How does the light shine? Up from inside the soul… The secret is in the eye… the depths that one will rise to and surf along on top of until they have reached the heights they wished for… Time to raise the level one notch… just a bit further now…

Being… home…
Well the time has changed and the trials and the journey are once more complete… The trip extended a hand to person’s unknown… And found them to be wonderful… A smile… a tear… and a hug… Ahhh memories to have, to hold, to share with those close to you while the memory is still fresh… Words are endless… A touch is all it takes… and once touched the impression last a life time… Simple words are all I have left… the circle is complete and now you are once again home… closer now to the tomorrow that you seek and have found… Hearing from me is not an option… lol… In joy you will find what you seek once more…

A do over…
Each day is some what of a do over isn’t it? Each day dawns with a new set of possibilities now that we experienced yesterday we are better prepared for today… Today is a golden opportunity to shine a little brighter because we know how to… We have learned from the yesterday what plays and what cheats… We have the lessons sew we can bring together the pieces of our exist dance… You get a do over every time you face the day with a smile… A do over is just another chance to play… another walk… another stroll… another hand to hold… another hug to get or give… A do over is a state of mind… A place where life takes on a fantasy like quality… Do overs happen my dear each and every day if we happen to be smart enough to put what was behind us and live today as fully as we can so that tomorrow we have memories worth remembering…

Prison…
If one takes the attitude that they are trapped inside a prison they lesson themselves… This attitude of suffering of being confined into a category so that by forced labor one achieves a higher level of craftsmanship is ridiculous… If you believe yourself to be a caged beast you are… If you believe you need to suffer you will… Expectations are self fulfilling…

A prison is a creation of the mind that needs reasons to place blame on what there life was about… Success in not measured in wealth… it is measured in the person… The prison of blame is the only one that limits you… Artists like to believe that they suffer for their craft… low pay… long hours… Is that suffering when you are doing what you love? If you do what you love then you do it because you love it… A prison is being forced to work for no pay… at a job you hate… or simply creating small rocks from big ones… Yoko’s idea of a prison is bull shit… The artist is true to themselves when they produce art worthy of themselves… what ever that is… If it is true to the person… then it is their art and it has no value… greater then it has to the artist who created it… The artist prison is creating art for others they hate…

Letting go…
I can let go as easy as anyone else… I have been taken advantage of by a few less then wonderful people… Over time I get what I want… Natural law says that those who intentionally hurt another are taken to task… Stupid rules are challenged and eventually they fall… Over time the hurt fades and the lesson is learned finally I am able to move past that to another place… Too many rules for my liking… Too many people who wish not to be a help but to be a hindrance… We have our rules and our regulations and there fore we must follow them and they will knot be broken…

The hotel that will not take cash for payment… The doctor that will not treat a patient in need because they lack insurance… but has the money… The police who ignore the criminal to ticket a parked car… The creator of rules… like to stop other people from getting away with what they didn’t think of… Laws are necessary to control the mass… witch by the way has a mind of its own… The mob rules in mysterious ways…

The other side is easier once you have let go of the far side… The near side is what is close to your heart and that takes a slight cut to relieve you of the burden of pain associated with the stupidity… Now I know better… never trust the bastards… lol… The rule makers do what they do and I do what I do because they lack the flexibility to make sense of the nun sense they have created… Illogical logic…

The next round…
Often I have thought about just stopping and only continuing on with those that wish to communicate with me is some ways that is satisfying to my soul… For every ten I touch one takes the time to touch back… For every excursion into the realm of wonder I must extend the request over a hundred to find one… The idea of mass coverage to find the select few… The old many are called, few heed the call and even less like the message once they get it… Some never get it… Some never trip the delights fantastic enough to get it… They are looking for the hard way… the way that is the longest… tallest… most dangerous and then they plod on towards that… I search out the easiest way to the top… once there I want every one to know about it… I want to be passed by others who are energized by my words to do something with their lives… I am not a leader in any sense I am a poker… a prodder… a person who points out humor in every day life… and then I move on… finding more ways to enjoy the day…

Time to bend over…
What is the porpoise of all this? What is the porpoise of having insurance when they donut cover what they say they will and when they do they find a way to give you less then what the doctor charges… What is reasonable and customary? Reasonable is what the doctor charges… customary is what the insurance company feels it should be so they can pay you less then what the doctor charges… lol… I am laughing because it never works… I am always playing with them because they never do what they say… Yes, yes, yes that is correct butt (a big hairy smelly butt) we can only pay that much because it is reasonable and customary… No anesthesia is not used for removal of wisdom teeth… or of any procedure done outside a hospital… even though we did approve it and we have that on record we cannot possibly pay you for that… Silly person you believed us… lol… I know you paid your money and you expected a service for this butt we simply donut give away our money to foolish people like yourself… As a matter of fact since you sent in a claim we will have to raise your rates… sorry… Yes I realize that you have paid $50k to us over 10 years and have only had this claim for 4k butt we can’t allow that to get in the way of our rules sorry you are not the kind of customer we wish to have… you are obviously in need of mental help… try the other side… lol… excuse me bend over so I can stick this in a little deeper now and twist it a bit… so it really hurts…

I can laugh because I know how this works… I know they do this and I know they are experts at not doing what they are suppose to… A game of sorts so I laugh at them and I also realize that over time they will all experience the same stupidity they have created… The rule of karma… the evil you create will get back to you three fold… the same for the good you create… I would rather laugh at them and make them feel stupid then fight with them… Rules are stupid that hurt customers… it is as simple as that… Donut tell me one thing and then not do what you said… I know eventually it will happen… it will just take some time… I know they will experience the pain of extractions without relief… over and over without reason until this is solved… that is the way of natural order… what you do to one comes back to haunt you… The process tries to save the money it is destined to spend… Take the money in the hope that nothing will ever happen… and when it does lie, cheat and steal until you have so frustrated the customer that they give up… wild way… lol…

Gifted…
I enjoy reading your journal today… I am sure the delight of the day was ranting about the McFlurry… lol… There are joys in being indignant… Butt that is not what I came to talk about today… Today as I often do read my previous entries, I wood like to expose a bit more of your self… The naked nest that appears in side the exposed mind is thread bare… Covers donut hide the naked self… The truth exposes the truth… The lie remains under cover… The closer you get to the reality that you are gifted the easier it will be for you… The joy of being naked is that there is nothing you can hide any longer… There you are… for all the world to see… That type of honesty… is contagious… it attracts… it draws people to you… You need only learn how to make more good feelings an be done with it… Laughter is the medicine that soothes the mind… The earth soothes the soul… Trust the elements that surround you to liven up your being and fill you with a delight… You now what it is… use it…

Now for something truly different… lol… Really… different… even for me, well not really I do this all the time… so for me it is usual… butt for you it will be different… I wish you to think of a most wonderful feeling one that trips your lights… one that makes your knees weak and your eyes want to close to hold onto it even more now… and when you have it I wish that you become aware of where that feelings starts and follow it from beginning to the place it leaves you… and when you have that place I want you to connect the start and the finish so it is one big circle of pleasure spinning around inside you now… and let it spin… and crank up the good feelings for things are looking up on the happiness side now aren’t they? You see good things happen to those that generate good things… and while Bangkok is a place it is also an action… lol and seeing the humor and creating the image generates more smile and more good feelings and keep those spinning around and around inside you now and with each pass make the feeling better now by 10 or by 100 or by 1000 so that each time it feels a little like an orgasm… yes that is it… that is the high we wish to start with because good feelings are contagious and we donut wish to spread just any kind we want to spread the best kind… Now let your feet curl and grip the earth really gently with your feet and feel the tickle enter the souls of your feet and run up your spine as you spin that feeling around and around some more add in the tickle from the earth and crank that up a bit more now for the time to sparkle is about to explode inside you the fire builds and you feet can’t sit still and the need to push it out of you rises with each second until it feels like you can’t stand any more so lie down and let the mores of life enter you for you do deserve more lust… more desire… more passion… more fun… and more love now so take it all in and spin that around and when you feel so perfectly wonderful go touch one of those friends of your and send that spark that is inside you into them… and watch their delight grow and then pump it up inside them and go touch some more people so that pretty soon the delight spreads and you are generating new ideas of what you will do now… and how much joy you will spread and how much pleasure can you stand up now and go out and make more fun… more joy and lift the level of wonder one notch today… Life is just beginning to get interesting now that you can spark the flames in another’s soul so powerfully… It is after all your gift…

Too Late…
Sorry but the results are in you are already demented… off the wall a complete loony tune sew there is know knead to bother your other self with the cents that hue are okay… You are off your rocker… a bit short of a full deck… a few pennies short of a dollar or a number of other ways of expressing the fact that you are demented in a most unusual way… Glad to half ewe a bored the local nutty wag on my friend… The rest haven’t figured it out yet… lol… I am the sofa king!

Expressions…
A direct set of words… solid… to the point… their meaning easy to sea… Delightful to read… In some respects… and in others… the dark nest that surrounds you is evident…

There is a circle to all things… the stretching out in all directions at one time… words are the expression of what is in our hearts at that moment… When one writes what they feel they become part of those words… Each step delights or illuminates the passage to the next… Speak to be heard… to be the silent scream from out of the void… rises the meaning of the words… the expression of who hue are… Donut for a moment believe… what is written is truth… what is, is and everything else is a lie… from a particular point of view…

In joy you will find the happiness that you seek… In the moment… the present that today is… Spend the day in joy… thus creating a memory worth having and a tomorrow worth looking forward to…

Little or know input…
The words have dried up to a shrivel… Less and less crosses the bridge from the other side of the mad nest that I roam within… There are days when the love I share with others is limited to a select few… for a variety of reasons butt mainly because I am intolerant of myself… Difficult to explain… the level of strange nests that I reside in some times… But then you know that… The degree of pain is equal to the degree of the gain… small steps to work through to gain a great high worth having… Love is a place of virtue and rewards beyond the wildest of dreams… Step into it now with open eyes…

Prejudices…
A good topic of discussion for it seems we all carry them with us… Preconceived notions of what a person will be like based on appearance, culture, religion or profession… The fact is we are taught that way and it takes some doing to alter the teachings if we have not come in contact with some one who is contrary to the stereo type we have manufactured by our experiences and the teachings of our parents, teachers and our religious and political leaders… Fear seems to be the greatest motivator of prejudice… Fear of change or difference of a culture unlike ours… Anger fear aggression all tools of the darker sides of our being… When we are calm at peace we can see the light and the wonder in another person butt when we are filled with fear or anger that light is clouded by the darkness in our own hearts…

I like to poke fun at people’s view of things including my own… Until some years ago my concept of a German was blue eyes, blond hair and very rule oriented… I have met a number of German people and while they do have a thing with rules they have been for the most part very kind, loving and generous people… Quite the contrary to the standoffish view… I will say that I am learning a great deal from my German friends… and I know they are learning a lot from me… lol…

Children… All the wonders of life rolled up into one dynamo… Endless energy… A child is all the joy in the world sprinkled about… A child see fun in all things… A child lives for play, for a good time… Anything less is not tolerated one bit… I love being the child I am… coloring… writing… drawing crazy pictures and letting the outside world think me nuts and not “normal”… I donut care for such labels that society is fond of placing upon a soul… for the need of saying this is what they are… this category… who cares… They are a child… a creative force of beauty… let them enjoy the sounds of their own voices…

You are never late my dear… for time only begins when you arrive to enjoy the pleasure of the day dawning… Late is what others are… you are always perfectly on schedule…

Taking the time…
Caution is a tool for waiting… Caution is used when one is unsure and wishes to be care full as they approach a place they are unfamiliar yet curious about… Caution is the pathway to learning in a control way and some times leads one to be impatient with the results they are achieving… It is a way traveled by many who have been injured along the rode… Yet I donut say it is a bad thing… Caution is a safe way… and safety is desired… still it breeds the impatience that will arise and cause quick impulsive decisions… irrational ones due to the need to hasten a change… Being unsure and curious as I am most of the time… I reach out in many directions all at once… Jokes… stories… a bit or tow of utter nun sense and then the inspiration to move slowly now… to be cautious only as far as the need be and then to step back and be curious and unsure once more… The switch is one of delight that goes off when unconsciously I know more then the conscious mind about what is happening now… Take the time to explore the possibilities with a smile for it is in joy that all peace is found…

A Florida Dream…
When all was aid and done and about to be paid for the memories of that time flood back and forth before my eyes… The joy, the pleasure of the ride from here to there and back once more washes about me… The dream was realized once more… The time taken to step out of our “normal” routine to live a dream… The warmth of the sun… the joy of the air sweet with the smells of spring while still deep in the winter months… Florida is a dream… a place where the wishes of a child come true once more…

Out of sight…
The dawn appeared earlier then I expected it to… A need for more sleep came over me as I struggled to roll from the warmth of the blankets… Ahhh a day… slivers of light appearing over the horizon and much to do before I sleep… once more the call to arms… the call to awaken the sleeping soul and challenge myself to find the joy that rests in the simple life I lead… The challenge is an easy one… The sound of sleeping children… of the birds awakening with me… the slow drip of rain against the house… all magical sounds to delight the ears and to get me moving now… The taxi is waiting… time to go…

The swirl…
The air swirls about hue there is a delight that shimmers when you smile… Life is a pleasure to breathe in… a wonder pops, crackles and shimmers across an open field to lay at rest upon your door way… opened and though the day calls with responsibility there are moments like now when the door way seems even more curious for you… caught in the swirl of language of sensations generated by words you loose sight of the now and drop into the times before now and the times yet to be after now and wonder even more how much pleasure is there to have when one is so happy, so filled with wishes, dreams and ecstasy of living? Can the end be as wonderful as the beginning of anything for if we swirl about we move in circles and circles have no end they just are continuous delights to roll about in and if our lives are circles then we are continuously having fun all the time now that we can smile and laugh we can sing and remember easier… at peace with the joy we can hold we step forth in search of even more… caught in the wondrous swirl of delight that sweeps through us…

Stepping past…
Having been once gives us the experience to know more… Having spoken to them makes it easier to speak once more… Having walked this path once before makes the journey a familiar one and while the trip is for one reason or another the pleasures still reside upon the edges… Lists of things to do delight me… for I do little of what is expected of me… Sew a list together with paper and pen and I will fill it with nun sense to share… I have stepped past the day into the morrow of yesterday and found the other me wanting to strike forth from my place and remembering that I was once there I could go back and do it all over again even better then I did it before due to the do over thingy that all children have inside their minds rests a place of fair nests that allow such wonders as a do over… Step over the present to the future that holds the key to the past that you have already lived through and will once more shine in… Delight is the intensity one brings to a passion for doing… Do and you shall always know the pleasure that some only talk about…

A thought on hesitation…
Those who hesitate wait a great deal of the time… The process of decision making curled up inside them and froze them in one stop and they procrastinated about going forward… Waiting for the sun to come up… for the day to begin I opened my eyes to the ease of hesitating… A putting off of a decision to have fun… A placing over there the time now to enjoy life more fully… A stepping aside of the joy that a challenge can bring… One hesitates and the wind blows past… smile for the hand of fate holds tight and will return the favor…

Busy as a bee…
Scattered about the playing fields are the dreams we once had for ourselves and then they appear from the midst of our times others who play the game once more as we watch and enjoy the time we can with them as the spectators… Busy as the bee we are being there for them… what else could we ask of life?

Watching the river run…
Sitting watching the river run through me… The river of my dreams never stops… it never hesitates to call out to me as it streams by on its endless journey from my imagination to the sea of reality that exists out in the future beyond the mountains that I must climb… The barrier to my pleasure is a belief that I must do something else… Yet that is a pleasure… a paradox of sorts… to have fun one must have fun… witch generates more times to have fun… and so on and so on and so on into the night… laughing as the dream kicks in to a reality… The river flows wordlessly calling to me in images of other times yet to be and reminding me of the past lessons learned and tools gained from those experiences… Sit and watch the river run through you some time and see the joy inside you spring forth with each smile and laugh… a fountain of pleasure for all to see…

Words…
Words seem to escape me and wander off with minds of their own and there fore the time is but a simple pleasure to dance upon the floor with swirls and degrees of spinning faster and faster still my heart for the wonders of spring are appearing… The weather turns… the birds return and the message is that there is life under the blanket of cold… spring forth the delight we can all share… until that time…

Laughter…
The day calls out for a small amount of laughter… a great meal and some special wine to ease the way home… Food reminds me of you… I wonder why… Probably because you speak of it so often… lol… enjoy the pleasures of today savor them and hold then close…

Specials…
There is something special about specials… Special times or memories that stand out from other memories or times in our hearts more then in our minds… The best times are the fondest times we can create within our own reality… so we can live them more each day… Take heart… the wish is becoming a real dream…

A lull…
A word… a set of words… a blanket to tuck you in… a few short spaces in time to rest your head upon… A luxury that you can dream upon as you taste the fruit of the dream tree against your lips your eyes dim… they flicker with sleep but you wish to drop down inside the wonder and seek the massage of your being… what are the words… they are sweet dreams…

Wandering about…
The lost wander about endlessly in search for the color… The found having once been lost know the feeling of being lost and refuse to give up the comfort of being secure… The adventurous of heart know that to find what they are seeking they must step into the lost and go in search of what is so that they may find… I am wandering a bit… can you tell? I am searching for meaning in words, songs, music art and in others… I am a wondering and wondering about what needs there are for me… And then I am an adventurous soul sew it suits me to be lost and searching… unsure… delighted in that exploration…

Hey…
Time passes quickly when one is as busy as you… Time ticks and tocks its way across your mind and suddenly you are on the other side looking back over to this side and wondering how you got to the other side without the rest of us… You were always a stubborn soul… lol… The need burns inside you and I can feel the intensity of the flame… I will knot keep you long in my arms just a hug that says Ich liebe Dich… and you may go… to fly… to in joy…

Warmer days…
The air turns… the wind has changed to be from a Southern direction and we are about to be turned on to some warmth… a bit of sun shine for the children in us to delight in… the puppies to go outside and roll in the muddy puddles… Ahhh the joy of large dogs and baths… Warmer dazes to swim in and enjoy the pleasures of morning… The sleep no longer required days are upon me… The need to be awake all the time spins about me… Time tocks… it ticks and the calls come in left and write… Soon another leaves… so that another can return… home is where the heart rests…

Some words…
I have been silent for some days… Silent that is a relative term if you look into my journal… I have rambled but said little of real value… Happens to me a lot and then when I read over the pile of dribble I find a gem… Much like a diamond among the other stones… I know that in joy one finds the happiness they are seeking… I know that smiles breed others smiles and that one hug is worth a thousand words passed over the miles… I also know that time steals the present and saves it as memory for us to enjoy later repeatedly… These are some of the thoughts that I have… These are some of the wanderings that came to my head when I sat and pictured you today… I know you will rise from your slumber and take to the rode once more… In a few days time you will sit and be reading these words while I am some where other then here…

My silence is a pleasurable one… A time of great activity that swallows me and fills the voids in my life… I am happiest when I am busy for there is no time to reflect on anything other then the joy that is in each day… As you can sense my sphere of writing has increased… and I am busy with many sharing… exchanging ideas and writing… writing and writing some more… No need to worry my friend your home will not be burdened with all my ramblings… You can read them on line if you wish… lol… that I found to be much easier then sending a large truck to your home once a month… lol…

Take a few moments each day to read… to meditate on where you are and where you are going… joy can be as confusing as sorrow… the light feel of pleasure sparkles in the air… lighten your day with a smile… a laugh and a thought… Ich liebe Dich…

A morning silence…
The absence of words… of sounds… the scarcity of noise… the gentle covering of the land wrapped in a moisture that dulls the sense of sound… raw with cold the day dawns about… New light to be shed upon the earth… The silence is what is knot heard for there is about me noises yet they seem turned off this day… A quiet has settled upon the earth… A step back has been taken… a moment of silence for those who wish to be at peace with themselves and with the world… Mornings are for the awakening of the spirit…

Artist speak…
Discuss… translate the action to words… Speak the language of the creative mind… Interpret the ideas of another in the light of the average… The swirl of controversy permeates the realm of the artist the pushes the limits endlessly outward… Modern… traditional… styles class as styles should… A good constructive path is always littered with ideas shouldered, played with shared and then placed aside or added onto… A true experiment considers all possibilities in endless succession one after another until the write degree of mixture is obtained… This is the artist speaking in works or prose, poetry, pictures, music all forms of artistry for the mind to wander with… An artist speaks with his work and what he is saying is not as impotent as the gift that he uses to express it… Step past the anal eyes of the creation to explore the possibility that it inspires you to react in some way different then you did before experiencing the artists expression…

Chatting…
Words mystify some people… They seem so difficult to put together… Yet they are the way in which we communicate most of the time… We speak… yet we believe different when it comes to writing… A chat is a written document played out… easily with great love of the spoken word… I write the way I talk… any one who has spoken to me knows this and that is the style to witch I write… It is knot easy on the ears of the professional writer or the English teacher… I am knot here to impress them or to impress myself for that matter… lol… I am an active member searching for my way and for some reason that I cannot explain or will even try to explain this aids me on my journey… The chat… the exchange of words written in the course of a conversation becomes an entry for me to read over and smile upon for I remember and relive the moment… I am in the habit of creating memories now more so then I used to… I wish to create more each and every day… So as you are chatting today or painting or writing with your creative mind take a moment to save that inside a memory that will last a life time…

A silent one…
A silent one you are… what a different impression one gets from the flow of energy that swirls about you… A chatter I would presume as opposed to the writer… A challenge to formulate words into being on a blank screen and to send them out know more now… Each day as the sun dawns along the Eastern sky we get a do over… We get to rise up from our slumber and do something different then we did yesterday… Let it be what you always dreamed it would be… it is up to you to create the wonder that your imagination wishes for… in joy you will find the truth to all happiness…

The evil one…
Awaken the spirit that stirs inside you and watch care fully about you for the evil you believe yourself to be surrounds you now… I have a sense for your humor us nature that abounds in the delight that others see you as being who you are and while the day is a night some where it is in the still nests of time that you wish for more… There is a sensitive nature to all living things that is not an evil but a strength that others see as evil… A quick tongue… a sharp mind… a dislike for injustice to another… the stupid rules of life… made up by others to control those who wish to gain a step or two… You are knot an evil one at all… It is time for a new name gentle soul… for you get to be what you believe yourself to be and a name reminds you always of that… Take care picking out a wondrous new name for the spirit that you are… A set of words or one that defines your essence for you will know in your heart what they are… Take some time and some other ingredients and stir them together… a new mixture of wonders will appear before your eyes and a new hue will glow as you step forth… It is time to move on past that… I got to be me by the use of ambiguity…

It is time ex evil one to put that behind you now as you create a new place to reside in a new wonder to laugh in a new delight to shine upon those close to you… Life may seem what it is or it may seem what it is knot… Life however is what it is and nothing more then our perception changes… You are a kind and gentle soul… it is time to choose a different path… poke, poke, prod, prod… tickle… tickle…

Facades…
False barriers to the truths we tell our selves in lies… A hidden barrier to witch those that sea go past easily but those that donut stop and are trapped outside… It is a façade, an illusion of bricks and mortar of the soul… a place to hide thoughts from another’s point of view… A safe place for time to cure and change our opinion of… What was a challenge as a teenager is a humorous story as an older child… The facades of life pop into place over time with each experience we gain the bricks to create walls or the tools to tare them down… Another brick or another hammer… What is real and what is Memorex? What are the true sounds, images and what are the illusions? Others can never tell unless they sea past the façade we have created before their eyes… there senses…

Honing in…
The daze slips inside… to find the perfect location for a long rest period upon the soft pillows of clouds… A daze… to wonder in with an open mind… a daze to create passion for a few moments in time with another… a daze to just be in a daze for as long as the daze can last and then to continue the daze forever in your mind twisting and turning new ideas and wonders about so that pleasure intertwines with all that you do when you do that witch you do bestest… The skills needed are being hones into shape one day at a time… one delight upon another… Hone in on the wonder that resides about you in life… in the beauty of nature blooming into a spring time filled with the colors of a fantasy… It is time once more to wonder…

Slipping…
One slips and some times one catches themselves before they fall and other times there is no way to escape the trip all the way down now into the void that shocks you asleep and suddenly awakened you realize it was all a dream that you imagined now there is relief and questions as to why… It is alter all a dream the reality escapes me and I wonder aloud or to myself what is the porpoise of such a dream… a fall into the void a dark nest of silence… the absence of light… or maybe the beginning of something more… some thing new and exciting to find out about… it all turned on one thought… the door way opened… and hue stepped inside…

A little here and a little there…
A small amount of time in each place separated by a stretch moving to and from the places I need to be… Intrigued I am of the passing of time while I carry the hazards of my youth about with me… Yes I know they are of my own doing but if any one told me how much they wood cost or how they wood alter my life I wood never have believed them… lol… I can smile now as the years have been wonderful in the raising… Soon almost too soon the oldest will head off to college… another year… seems like yesterday that he was born… such is life… the journey… the great exploration of the earth… I am wandering about here… enjoy the day…

Another one…
Another one where they total screwed the pooch as far as being on target for the weather… A job I could do real well… you never have to be write or even close and you still get to keep your job… lol… How is the throat and the fever coming down to normal now… The tale of the day is the evening hours spent resting and wishing that I was some where else… lol… Taxi driving is getting to me… Next year at least Brian can do this part…
Take a moment today to allow yourself the silence that your heart wishes for… and in that moment smile deeply… for fate has shown you a new way… hasn’t she?

Peering over the edge…
The edge of the night… a slip over the edge into the void that exist there seeing nothing but blackness and endless falling… desperate to hang on never realizing that I was on the ground… falling was never an option… the edge was of my own making… it was what I believed I would see and it never represented the reality that existed in any way… It represented the reality I created in my own view of the world… It is what it is and now that I know that it is I can better deal with what is created in my own realm for my own wonder as opposed to what is real… Reality is a concept left to the realists of the world… I am a bit of a dreamer who over stands the need to plan for tomorrow by being helpful today… As I peer now over the edge I see the wish becoming a better dream… I see the days turning into knights and standing as reminders of times past and lessons learned… I hear and feel the need to do more… I like to peer over the edge now and see how high I have been able to climb once I got my head out of my own arse…

Writing in silence…
Today I wrote in the silence of my own mind… An unusual day with an empty in basket… few are out an about this am and I am knot in the mod to chat while I am at the work place… Sew today into the morrow within the silence of the words created in my own head… Yesterday taught me that each time I reach out I will find one that listen… one that will write and one that will think I am a complete loony… all will be of course correct… The silence is not my way… I find it increasingly difficult to write to those who donut write back to me… Never used to find that difficult but lately I do… Funny because I over stand that expression is not always a shared experience… The silence of the dawn fuels my desire and the what ifs disappear… You may think and you may wonder but you never know until you ask… until you take the time to ask… Eventually even I fade behind the security of my own making… to write in the silence of my own world… in the solitude of my own reality…

Name changes…
Yes I figured that out… I am slow but I do catch those small things… lol… You are perfect for the job you have and that is why you love it as much as you do… The weather will be what it needs to be for you to in joy the time off with friends and family… Holidays are good times for such things… and holidays are worth looking forward to especially when one is meeting up with an old friend…

Each night as you sleep and dream you can count on the mind to wander… to select a wish once made… to dream… is to enjoy life as you sleep… in joy you find happiness… in smiles the wonder of being alive on this day…

What is in a name?
It all starts with how we define ourselves… Our given name is our parent’s identifier for us but the names we choose for ourselves are a better indication of how we feel and what we expect in our lives… You get to have what you ask for… You can search in vane for the reason or you can choose to see it… If you believe you have no self worth then you donut… How strange is that to expect others to treat you better then you treat yourself? I donut know you at all and I know you are worth more then you real eyes see through the façade you have created before you… There is a person of value residing inside there and when you stop for a moment and smile you will be delighted to know that you can laugh, that you can smile and that you can feel good about you now… Time to change that name to worthy of love… enchantress of desire… or something that makes you sparkle… Jesus stop! Expectations are what we get to have… Start now expecting life to be wonder filled and passionate and it will be…!!!!

Knot sleeping…
Sleep the most powerful of drugs lulls you into her arms and cradles you with the soft nest of pillows and warm blankets that wrap themselves about you… The gentle rocking of the day fills your head as you drift off to the land of nod… Dreams appear in the shapes and size of your choosing… Happy thoughts… wonderful and dreamy… The original connection is where it is from… Tigger the friend of Winnie the Pooh… Has always been a favorite of mine for many years… He is just so out there… similar to my personality and sense of humor…

Aren’t all of your land fair of hare and blue of eyes? I have to admit I have yet to meet one who is not… fare of hair… I did meet one so far that is brown eyed… that is a shock… lol… America is the great melting pot of cultures so we are used to being mixed together in a stew of traits… Hare is knot an indication of intellect… What you do with it is… lol…

In time you will sleep peacefully aware of the joys that you bring to others… Smiles will appear on your face that delight those around you and the joy that you bring will be returned ten fold upon you… Sleep the joy of knowing delights you…

Alternatives…
The mind wanders into many places… some wish for complex answers… some see the meaning in between lines and others survive enjoying the meaning they get from reading the words written or spoken… Artists like to travel a different road and while the rode bends and dips differently then the average rode it has meaning in being the rode they are on… A whole is a void… an emptiness that exists inside… hue can take the journey as a whole and loose the porpoise by lumping it together… or you can take each step along the way as the lesson to be learned in joy… in peace… in the creative element exists a porpoise to the mad nests that we stop along the way to visit… It is here we see the alternatives and take pride in having stopped while others scurried bye…

Complexities are small chunks of data intertwined among the layers upon layers of information we process each and every day… At some point one needs to chink up to the top and accept what we can do and stop now getting so deep into the rode that the composition of it matters to you… smooth or rough… paved or dirt… does the type of dirt really matter that much? To some it is impotent that they get to know the detail intimately… To others the fact that a path exists says that some one has gone before and to others an opportunity exists to blaze a new way… so who the fuck cares… about the complexities… step forth and move… that is about as complex as I wish to get…

Nice thoughts… Yoko has always been one to see a different side of life… Artist struggle because they wish to… they feel they must suffer for their art… I have heard that spoken by many an artist… Be that musician, painter or what ever… and a certain aspect of that is true… if you consider doing what you love for small pay suffering… I would call it more an apprenticeship… The process of honing ones craft of learning the ropes… Is a job as a trades person any different? It is fashionable for the artist to feel that they suffer for their art… that they are prisoners scratching out an existence that changes the world and society… Artist do important work for they create alternatives and alter focus… The artist is the pictorial historian of their times… they create the images, the words, the music that defines each generation… In that they are adventures, pioneers and explorers… They are not isolated, fashionable or prisoners… they are us… they are the ones who create the alternatives, the vision, the other side and then they do this most wonderful thing… they show it to us… One other thing about the artist… it is us who are the we that express the words, the music and the art… they are us and we are they… I am just as much an artist as you are… My art is different is all…

A sanity break…
Sanity is the place most consider to be desirable to be in side of… The other side of sanity is the in sanity place where the thought is that one is not connected to the reality of the world about them… Should we knot be striving to be in sanity? I need a break from the so call normal people for a while and I will go off and sit with the ones that are in sanity… At least they know who they are and what they are capable of… The sane ones scare me a bit for they think way to much about nothing and never enough about what is important… They tend to think of themselves as impotent people and they push and pull themselves so that they become as impotent as they can be… limp, lifeless souls… I take these in sanity breaks to acquaint myself with the offerings they bring… It is nice to sit for a spell and let the imagination run wild in all directions at once… Sanity will only get you so far after that you need an in sanity break to get you to the limits of your expectations and beyond…

Will this ever be good enough?
A question that is asked a number of times each day and answered each time it is asked eventually getting to the creator in some way… Will this ever be good enough? The answer is that for some it is and for others it will never be until it is touched by them and then only good enough for this time… We are play in progress… Unfinished entities that are continuously evolving… an artist rendition of life touched upon each day in a different light… A selection of color tiles assembled one piece each day until the time of our crossing over and only then is the picture complete in some way… It is only then that the play we are involved in is ever good enough… The critic places for the best we have… the critical eye adds the spices to the mixture and then before savoring shares it with as many others as wish to sample… It is good enough when it is done today… It is as good as it gets… The best there is to be is what we are right here, right now… Will my words ever be good enough to help another? Will what I say or do change a life? That remains to be seen over time… for now this is the best I can be… I need to be satisfied with what I am and continue to move toward that witch I wish to be… When we take that one singular thought and blend it into our lives daily we generate more ways to succeed then if we focus on one objective along a strict method or avenue… The end is the dream come to life… It is the change of belief that allows the question to fade away and become less impotent and for the lessons learned to rise up and be used over and over again each day we grow a little… each day we progress toward that dream, that wish of being good enough now to just let it be… Some day… some day…

Waiting…
He who hesitates… waits and waits for the time to come to them… A good idea is good on the first day and ever better on the next day… As time goes on real eyes that you are capable of the challenge set before you now… The time will arrive when you will be able to set forth on your own… What will you do with the time? The pleasure that you will have from being your own boss? I imagine you would be a good boss… a boss with compassion for their employee who needs to sit instead of stand… who deserves a rest… lol… Stop the wait… it is time to do more… with all you have… Enjoy your tea…

In the almost time…
I have stepped into the time just before… the almost time… It is almost time to go so I am in a quandary… What shall I do for this next little bit before I need to prepare to get the stuff ready to call the day here over and begin the process of returning home to the fun that is there for me to have? The almost time is a time of wonders for so much can get done in this little expanse of time and then it doesn’t seem to be large enough to do anything of value… What course will I take as I sit here in the in between times of having completed the days pile and generated enough to start a new pile for the morrow? The almost time ticks away and the time to move draws closer still…

Taxi…
The many definitions of a parent… A person who pays for the joy of watching life… with their being… A great many see that as a chore… knot as the privilege that it is… Children bring so much to the mixture of happiness… What wood we have it knot for their alternate views? A gentle tug with a smile… a slight punch to the side… a kick in the shins of responsibility to go and to play now… I am glad I stayed a child… all this responsibility stuff is for some one much older then I… lol… Taxi’s here… lol…

Sitting and nodding off…
A gentle nod of the head can mean so much… a positive gesture to come close… a need for sleep as the mind wanders and the body tires of thought… The unconscious mind wanting to be set free to roam a bit while the body rests in a more peace filled solitude… Nodding is a good thing… it means one is ready for a rest, a relaxation of the mind… a pull to the comforts of a warm blanket or perhaps a warm set or arms… A nodding off to a world where fantasy is as real as the reality we slip away from now…

The glow is the hue inside… wanting to push though and be seen… The glow is all that is good, warm, delightful and desirable in life pushing forth from your soul… A shout of joy… a wish… a touch… a cry of sweet tears of happiness… They are the hugs we give to other souls that wipe away all those other thoughts… The ability to glow is a gift… a wonderful ability to take a moment and live it completely without restraint… A smile that lights up another’s soul… Inspiring are your words… your smile… your laugh…

The cent a mint behind the writings… I am very scent a mental… lol… In truth I am… one would knot tell that from my exterior façade… So much more in a book if one lifts the cover and reads… How much is real? How much is a fantasy? How much is a mixture of likes and dislikes rolled into one large ball of sentimental wanderings that touch like minds? You are a kindred soul so the light touches you in a similar way… hue will glow and over stand me easier then say another who is not of the same light… That is not to say that all is as it appears at first… There is more to hue and to me then meets the eye… the words… the sounds… the depths are yet to be explored… fascinating as it is… there is a method to my mad nest… read on…

Three…
The physical touch we all understand so easily… It is what attracts one to the other… We see the effects of this in all species of life… Beauty in the eye of bee holder taken to the process of a touch… This lights a desire in us to be touched…held, hugged and physically loved… what is the art of love making if touch is left out? Nothing at all… This we all over stand well, it is part of our nature…

The emotional component of love is also familiar to us… the longing to be with some one, to please them… to just be with them… forever and always… A roller coaster ride of ups and downs that swing on hormones and desire… physical and emotional combined to form a more powerful drug then any one could manufacture… This is the combination most of us experience and have in our lives… The attachment to some one by blood, by choice or by need… They are strong bonds that stand the test of time in most cases…

The last element of my journey brings me to the soul… the spirit of love that resides within each of us… The kindred love of others for the beauty that resides in them… It requires not a touch or a sense of emotion for them though those elements make the love more powerful… they also confuse the love with those elements of lust, desire and passion that make this love more elusive… This is the love we get to share with everyone… This is the wondrous positive attitude that sees the light inside others… this is the flame that burns with passion for living each day to its fullest potential… This is the love we all get to have every single day of our lives… Because this love exists in all we do with our hearts… This is the love that feeds our desire to be creative, the love that makes us smile on a child… the love that fill us with the need for living… This is what is felt in what I write… This is what you seek in the words… the inspiration that calls to each and every one of us… If you inspire one action, one word, one person let it be one of the spirit… that calls others to do the same… that calls others to be the true person they are inside out… that is the glow that resides in these pages… that is what you sense… what you search for and find… in the hug that wraps you in the warmth of a spiritual place… you now hold inside you the flame passed on by another that combines with yours and burns a little brighter inside you… add that to another and fuel that fire and watch what you have started grow… brighter still… It is in the humor of life that we pass on what we have learned… smile laugh and be hugged…

Morning…
This morning dawned gray and cold with rain fore told in the low hanging clouds… The tunnel still burns… clogged with the fighters of the fires that destroy structures who are waiting out the fuel… Traffic clogs the other arteries to and from the island of man hat ten… Soon the box of rain will fall upon this once complete structure and the heat will be extinguished… and the arteries will flow once more… This morning brings a delightful smell of ozone… of rain… of dampness that excites the senses… Spring is here though a cold one the rains are needed to spark the life back into these dry and wanting limbs… In joy hue will spark a flame that will feed a glow that will ignite a passion in one other…

A comment…
I liked the poetry … the sentiment for the friends that you have and the sense of humor for those of us that need to get a life… Nice prayer… As for the other side there is always a twist or a tern to stone… The lighter the load the easier it is to carry… A look is all that is needed to sea what was there all the time was what you were searching for … exists in your own backyard… Fuck them if that can’t take a joke and every one has value … even if that is to show us how knot to be… Expectations are what we gain … what we search for so we find them… We get to see what we look for… There is silver in the clouds … one need only believe it to be there … believing is seeing knot the other way about… Perception hinges on your particular point of view…

Away word…
Words are difficult some times when they need to express a particular thought… fluently… The Irish in me likes the beauty of a lot of words yet there are times when one word or a small group of them conveys a meaning perfectly… then there need knot be another word spoken… Away words are such words… bye… I love you… take care… safe trip… all transmit the longing for the next time in them… There is a joy mixed into the longing… A passion for the being that stands before you in your arms… The words speak volumes… They speak of other times yet to be and of past times savored in memory…

Unspoken…
You need knot speak to me ever again and I will know more in that silence then in conversations over the rest of my life… You need knot utter a sound for I will know more by the earth then by any spoken or written word… Over time the image does fade a bit here and there but still the heart beats, the emotions stirs and the spirit flows in and out… I keep a watch over you as best I can that is the unspoken pact I have with her… I will listen and I will obey the call that fate rings in my ears when you are in need of a hand… a shoulder or a kick in the ass… Then it is my lot to disappear I over stand that… It is unspoken… has always been in my words that I am knot a permanent structure in any one life except the ones I have created… I am however a force in many others… A twisting entity that tickles, twitches and prods… You need never speak or write a word… The time has arrived for you to step out on your own for a bit and for me to step back into the shadows… I no longer need to hear certain words… The magic will tell me what I need to know and the rest is left to you…

The three dots…
I dislike punctuation as any one who reads my journal can tell by reading the thoughts flow from one to the next into the next one and so on and so on together in large run on sentence sew the images fly about jumbled tossed like a salad upon a plate waiting for the right moment to be savored… Then a separation by these three dots… A change of direction or a movement from one idea to the next… Nun sense to a degree… A use of a stop command to alter the mind’s eye and some times to continue after a breath of fresh air or simply a chance to breathe before moving on to the next thought in a long line of unstructured thoughts… When will it all end and what causes me to use such a strange sense of miss direction? Just being me…

A crystal dream…
Ever dream of a crystal… an object… a sliver of some thing else that once was and still has possession of its magic… A crystal dream… a true fantasy of the mind left to play in the unconscious realm for a bit… A thought that once a piece of something wonderful was felt… and that when shattered each piece retained a bit of that wonder inside its structure and that magic is released into who ever touches such a peace… Beliefs change over time with a little tug here or there and sometimes with a push or a shove in the right direction… It is crystal clear to me…. that we see what we believe to be real… I dream because I believe I do… I remember what I need to consciously and the rest comes forth in time unconsciously… from the mind of another to the mind of others… a thought generates a crystal image… a crystal dream… it is a sliver of something more to be… a part, a peace of the entire image… Sew each of these shards together and soon the path is clear… the object in view… the sounds of silence lifted… all the time wondering is put aside and now you know more… perfect those pieces are to hold… to use… to create more magic with… they are shards of the dreams we make endlessly illuminating the way to the place where they all come back together once more… peace by singular peace…

Going in circles…
Rolling along in the circular motion… a way to get from here to there… or from there to here deepens on your particular point of view… In joy the wondrous dilemma of attention focused on you… The motion turns heads from one side to the other while the perspective is hinged on a dream of sorts you have yet to imagine a place so vast so wonderful so deep… the spirit wills it to be so you turn once more and the journey begins again… The circle never stops nor starts once placed in motion it continues onward for some time until an outer force pierces the lop and the motion stops for a time… A dream is much like a circle in that it keeps on going until one gets the massage it is sending and then it is gone… dissolved into the four winds… The circle rounds us a bout in an effort to have us see all sides… all possibilities before the friction of the earth ends out journey… Endless the dreams seem from one to the other… steps in the pathway of life… bricks in the wall of confusion felled by knowledge… The motion spins onward… upward… forward… into the distant drums… calling for another roll… another spin… another twirl about… I am sure enough to be unsure in most things… A hand is shaken in jest… a peace is accorded to any one who wishes one in earnest… The lie is but a lie to the deceived… it is a joke to the teller… Our revolution is always just… it is their revolution that is knot… Objections are points knot taken when the original thought was conjured up to begin with… Now they jump into view from alternatives points unseen by the original thinker… Circles have a way of covering all basis all sides all avenues in an issue… being on a roll takes on a life of its own some times… The wheel spins once more… on or off the circular motion takes us to the top and brings us back to a different place to ride the high once more even more now we can see from the new place a new height we wish to achieve… I am still going in circles on this one… and never finding the same place… the beginning to witch I got onto it… I will get a round to it… and then it will be time to get to it… and that is enough to say about it… I have been going in circles long enough…

Getting a grip…
The ice slips… it slides its watery way in the warmth of your hand… One slips from your outstretched hand to fall scattering about on the ground… to disappear over time in a phase change… Ice melts… as does the memory… of a mild winter in the face of the spring time promises… Struck with spring fever we step up our desires to be out of the inside doors and a part of the whole that exists in the great being… Chill out in the ice and calm the throes of the Auntie Biotic that is needed… Breathe deep and gather the joy… Smile… and relax some more now…

A thorn…
I can be a thorn in the ass… I do however choose the ass very carefully that I decide to apply myself to… lol… I avoid being the fly on the ass of progress and I will not be attached to just any smelly ass that happens bye… Know more do I willy nilly apply myself to just any old ass… No I choose the ass with a porpoise that needs to be applied in a different direction… If I am going to be that thorn I wish it to be in a nice supple ass… One with character… a nice ass… one that I can be proud to be a thorn in…

A single thought…
All things begin as one simple wish… a desire to see a difference made in the flow of life… A thought that maybe life can be better at some other time and place… In that moment a force of one is created… The force of one desire placed upon the earth pushes in the right direction to accomplish the wish that one made once upon a time in a dream… All generates from singular thoughts… The creation of the wandering mind set free upon the earth… to mingle with other ideas… to walk. To sit, to play at being different now…

Curious…
Many say they will yet still they turn away… You are adventurous… I find that to be a good trait to have… Cautious and adventurous… Good to be both… Over time we will find out a great deal by asking, reading and listening to the words that are written… A friend of mine is fond of saying that there is more to a letter then the words that are written… the true meaning rests in the feeling that rises up from between the lines… She of course is write… How much joy is there found in a note from some one you have written to… Even reading it over and over again it brings such memories to you once more… I am a curious person and I love to learn and what better teachers are there then other people in other lands living other lives…

Master of nothing…
I am the master of nothing… That is a very truth full state mint… I am truly master of all I survey and nothing at all… It was my wish once to be a master of sorts… to control what went on in my life to that degree… I can be laid back… I have learned the lesson of intensity and realized that for me being laid back was a better option… lol…

My inspiration comes from the letters people write to me… It comes from the feeling I get when I read what they have written and if I have been lucky enough to have meet them in this life if comes from a reality that I can relate to… It is my dream to meet every one that I correspond with at least once before I cross over into my next life… There seems to be a reason for me doing this… This tickling of your imagination… When I meet each one I get a sense of porpoise from them… I will say only that you inspire me to write… to see the world as a great opportunity…

I play at being a manager for a small company here in NJ… I get to play a lot and have fun all the day dealing with minor and major problems as only a small business can have… I donut write much about that… I tend to leave all that aside… Knot that I wish to forget it but simply because it is such a small part of me… I play more then I work and work is not a word I use a lot of… Life is too much fun to knot be having some of it right now… lol…

You are correct it is important to feel good about who you are… It is also important to feel alive in all three plains… The physical one… the emotional one and the spiritual one… Our lives are the intertwined relationship of all three elements inside us… Voids some times exist even when we care… Love takes us so far… then the spirit must take us the rest of the way… Spiritual love is a wondrous journey… and we can share that with everyone… even when we cannot share the physical and emotional love we may desire…

I suspect as I do with all the people I correspond with that fate has chosen us to share something in this life… maybe it is time that we both need to just smile… or maybe there is some thing more like a push or a lesson to be taught or learned… I trust the hand of fate a little more then I used to… I am inspired a great deal by the ability to simply write… to see beauty in each and every day… to hear the music… the sing… the dance… to be alive… really alive… living life know longer watching it go by… You are special… as are all creatures of this earth… Share that feeling with those you love…

Seeing the humor…
There are days when a smile from across the sea delights my lips more then a laugh generated here… There are days when a note appears about a word that alters my perspective and I get to smile and giggle once more… The focus is changed in a split second of time… Wonderful that is… Exciting that is… Words are easy to share and difficult to think of some times… In all things possibilities exist for all who wish to know more… I write to free my soul… I smile when ever I see a note from you for I now that you are smiling when you write it or send it along… Thank you for thinking of me… for inspiring me to smile… to laugh… and for sharing a thought with me today…

A sunny day…
Sun days are for smiling and seeing the endless possibilities spread out in wonders before your eyes there are limits know more as they are stretched to the ends of your imagination and then some more for the end is a false barrier to your limits are where you place them and they get to be moved when ever you see the need to push them a little more now in all directions at once searching for the end is not the quest of your life… Searching for the fun is… in joy…

Some times I forget…
Some times I forget that there are wishes and dreams that I cannot help with… Some times I miss the point that those desires are beyond my ability to work my magic upon… Some times I forget that others must find joy in who they are without my hand upon their shoulder to shake and wake them up… Some times I forget to shut the fuck up myself and listen to the words of my own guardian and let it be… I have always hated silence… not solitude… but silence… the emptiness of being alone… Solitude of heart is different it is the place I go to see the truth inside me… Silence is the sword that pierces my sides and sticks me… pokes me… injures me… Some times I forget that for others it is the only means they have of communicating with me… They have know words to write… hey speak with their hearts… I hear that… witch they say… Some times it is difficult for me to listen and to go the way they wish… Some times I am write to do so and at others it is best to let it be…

A while ago I stopped writing a general rambling note each day to people and decided to write to each one on occasion and of course to always answer those that write or call to me… I donut know why but I felt you call to me this morning… Usually as I sit here and think of you I get a warm and humorous sensation… that bubbling personality of yours overflowing into mine… knot today… some thing is different today and then I heard that whisper in my ear and I knew that I needed to poke you a bit…

There is a magic that people share Silke that is powerful when you allow it to enter inside you and fill you with curiosity it will fuel your imagination to run wild with me for a moment and begin to once more sense the delight in your own laughter… I see you as the child we once were… smiling glowing from the inside out… still the trials of time have placed some thing before you and you struggle knowing what you know? I am unsure and the uncertainty wishes to know more… Sleep my dear… rest your head… and feel a big hug… if that is the comfort you need to smile… then it is yours to share… sweet dreams…

A mental glow…
Some where inside there rests a small flame of determination… A place where all hopes, dreams and wishes are first tested… It is here that you focus when you need the strength… All desire rises from this small flame… It begins as a spark… an idea of what can be and grows some times slowly and some times quickly into a wish… then a dream… then to a passionate want that fuels the flame hotter with the intensity that only comes from a deep wish that a heart makes… it is then that you begin to glow from the inside out… You radiate life… a passion for living that is contagious and desirable to all that surround you… This fire grows inside the physical hue in many different shades of light illuminating the changes that bring a smile to your being… In joy you will find true peace…

People get to choose…
A choice is a decision to go one way or another… A fork in the path you are on… We are constantly making these decisions each and every day… We choose to answer or to ignore… we make the choice to post or to knot… An answer or a deletion… I some times donut over stand the reason for such things as posting for information and then deleting the responses you get… I have noticed that to be a common thread on a number of internet message boards… Seems simple enough to me to go and take the request off… People get to choose all the time… We choose who we talk with… write to… meet… It is in those choices that we some times get carried away… I enjoy that part personally but that is me… We get to choose so choose in a very wise sense the ones you wish to know and leave what is left to others…

A smattering of ideas…
Music soothes my nature and pumps my blood when it is necessary to alter my perspective… What melodies I play are a sing of my mood or mental state of being… A touch of my hand to yours is possible even over such a distance and yet you can feel me… it is but one idea of many that likes minds share… You know of me and I of you knot from this life but from another and it is because of this nature that we are kindred souls in this place at this time… You look to me for a sense of direction when all I can give you is a shoulder to rest upon and an ear to listen to your words… The jumbled character of my mind eludes focused thought completely… Chaos provides more ideas that the straight and narrow focus of one direction… When all is in motion at once in all directions at the same time then the possibilities that the solution exists, exists to a higher degree… Existence of a number of solutions enables one to be selective and to choose one of their liking as opposed to only one way… never is there only one way… Only one way that you can see at that time… Selective blindness is more often the cause for a bad choice then anything else…

Remaining a secret…
Often we wish to be known by others for our uniqueness… In my younger daze I longed for the focus of being known… I glowed in its delights when showered upon me… As I aged toward where I am now I began to lust for the wonders of remaining a secret to all… I am a secret to many who know of me… For many people know of me but few know me for the person I am… My wife and children excluded that circle is very small indeed… It took a great amount of coercion for me to start this journal… I felt it was more open then I wished to be… Many sit and read what I write here… some leave messages others just stop by for a sit and a chat while they read up on what I am doing or seeing… Mostly I do the same… Resting with those I feel comfortable with…and some I donut… I like to stretch my limits… I know the best way to remain a secret is to knot let any one know or to ignore the cries that go out… I am unable to do that any more… I excelled at that when I was younger… I hear more then I should some times… and knot enough at others… the selective process… lol… I will remain a secret as long as no one tells on me… Maybe some day I will write a book about nothing in particular and be an anonymous author of words collected in a compilation of notes… I will be a published anonymous author… Now that would be the ultimate goal of remaining a secret…

Speaking out of the silence…
Words do come form the silent majority and turn the tide when they speak… Actions and words are listened to and then responded to by the voices of the lambs, the quiet ones who seem knot to be vocal but who speak by their actions, their desires and passion for change… They change how they feel and how they reaction witch causes a reaction from others and so on and so on until the tide is turned… Silence speaks but from the void of silence comes the loudest cries…

Noises…
Children make noise… They do that is their nature… Teenagers still the silence with their feet and disproportion bodies as they move from a state of inactivity to one of constant motion upon the treadmill of their lives… They are the wonders of this generation… They smile upon the actions we take… they see the world as simple and uncomplicated… They are wonderful in their dreams for us… to get out of their way… Soon it will be their time to take over for us and provide a safe and secure world in witch we can live out our existence… As we have done before them so they will do for us… Maybe… Write now I am content with the noise they make…the sounds of their laughter…

Sledgehammer…
A large tool used to split large rocks… drive large nails or generally to destroy what was there so that some thing new and different now can be see or erected in the place of what was once there… True genus is in knowing when to walk and when to run… When to play and when to have fun… A walk in the park at night is the chance one takes when they are foolish enough to believe they can change some one… Synergy happens all the time… in joy the wonders that exist… for each one you see there are hundreds that you miss…

An introduction…
There is more to any one then what they can write in a few short lines… Facts and figures hide the essence of someone… Still there is comfort in knowing some thing about the person who you are writing to and to witch you may wish to know better now… The idea for me is to listen, to read, to learn and to find out… Curious I am about others and their lives… Over time each of us gets to tell their story… We get to have our lives touched by others and to touch the lives of others… I believe in the hand of fate creating opportunities for us each day to add some spice to our lives and the lives of others… Nothing is gained by silence… So today I have responded to your request and given you an opportunity to respond to mine… A possibility now exists to write to correspond to find out about another person another place… the answers we find may change our lives…

Frantic…
The pace of my weekend is frantic… The children are busy with activities and Mary works most Saturdays so I am the official taxi driver… Today we will spend a lot of time driving from one activity to the other… Never seems to be enough time to get it all in butt some how we manage… There are moments when I long for the single life once more… lol… I love them dearly but there are times when I could use some rest and relaxation other then in a car going some where… On Sunday I get to pick up a friend from Frankfurt and take her into NYC for a few days before escorting her to the airport on Wednesday… I have a full week end and there is no time for cleaning… just enough time to keep even… lol… The spark of laughter is what keeps the day bright my friend… The joy full sound of people talking… reading a note… these are the pleasures that life bring to us… in joy you will find the fire to spark another’s life…

Reached out…
Once more I ventured forth from my place of solitude in search of a writer of similar yet different mind… Once more the adventure of finding out will interest me and set my curiosity on fire… The day dawns cold yet still… Silent is the passing of night… The heat rumbles through the house… warming us… The dogs stretched out by my feet… I took the hand of fate in mine… I wonder what the response will be…

Using your gift…
It is interesting that we fail to see the beauty of our own gift… We fail to use what the Gods have granted us in our own lives to the best potential… I know that seems really strange… yet I have been witness to what you have written today a number of times… maybe it is so that we stay modest about our talents… maybe it is because as people of compassion it is easier to be that with others then with ourselves… We can hug another and free them from their worries by listening or holding them…

When you do this you are allowing your energy to flow into them and taking the worry from them to release it to the earth… the universe where it can be dealt with… For yourself you never saw that as a gift… A present that accepts the thoughts and carries them from you… I suggest that you allow yourself the beauty of a good hug from a person you don’t know from a long way off and let my words swirl about you now… Let the energy that exists in this note fill you with more light, more sparks… more warmth then you can seem to hold and then let it spill out so that you can see the gift that you are…

Fun…
Fun is what you have all the time now… remember… fun is waking up in the morning to the sun shining in your window…fun is smiling and seeing some one smile back… fun is turning on the water and having it be warm and refreshing to the body and the soul… fun is a good breakfast, a warm blanket, a sunny day, a sense of humor, a laugh with a friend, a note from far off, a letter in the mail, a package that unwraps one piece at a time… fun is Miss spelling, a lot of words and laughing all the time… fun is chatting on line or writing long notes that people donut understand until they do and then they laugh more now then they did once before… fun is a do over when the out come is less then we planned for… fun is the joy I get when I write… fun is seeing the gift in some one and getting them to see it… fun is twisting a word so it brings a smile to some ones face… fun is locked into each and every day… the fun is in finding it…

The artist within…
Within each of us rests an artistic talent that inspires us to be more in ways that are unfamiliar to us… We may paint but we are called to write… We may have the gift of words but we are called to sculpt or to be a painter… This is the way of expanding the artist within… We are capable of many activities that spur the need inside us to be expressed… In joy we find our calling… The need is always at the limits of our beliefs… We hold ourselves back from the wonders we can explore… The artist is within us… it desires to be shared… the more we share… the more passion is generated to be the creative soul… An endless cycle of wonders grows inside us to inspire us to be more and to smile more…

Thoughts…
My words are crafted to make one think a little more now… In my experience in reaching out on the Internet more ignore of simply delete the answers to their request then respond to them… I some times wander onto the penpal message boards to seek out others unlike myself… I wish to learn and what better teachers are there then other people… In other places … living different lives… You responded to my response that is all that will ever be required… I write in a different style … that is all… If it provokes a thought or more important brings a smile or a laugh then I am happy… My objective is to create an environment where you feel free to write, to chat to say what you wish or even need to say… You are a smile… a laugh… a present on a cold day… A simple thought some times is all that is needed to change a person’s life forever…

Changes…
Change is a difficult adjustment for some who have only one perception… Age is one change that some find very difficult… As if age declares some one more competent then another… I am the perfect example of that… As are you… Capable and willing you are to change your life and still there are those who insist that you maintain their idea… Silly that is… In time that will change… Keep going at it and I know there will be an opportunity that knocks back and you will be prepared to answer it… Have fun with those that think that way for they are as childish as the day is long… What an interesting way to look at you position… Sins of a past life you say… maybe… or maybe knot… when you learn what you must then you get to move on… I have found in my experience that past lives relive themselves until we learn and move on… Sew the seams of these lives together Margaret and you will step out of the fish and into the books… A soft chair, a warm office and a delight filled smile… I suspect things are about to smile upon you…

Impressed…
Feel the need now to write as often as you like… I enjoy a good conversation over the Internet… I have been inside a couple of those sick fantasies… I have a way of finding those people myself… lol… They never last long with me I have a feeling I make them feel some thing they did knot expect… lol… I have a number of friends In Germany… Koln, Frankfurt, Kiel… I am unfortunately unfamiliar with Germany having never visited… But I do like to write and to talk with as many people as I can… I have a way with words and I will twist them about to get a smile… or a laugh…

A normal human being… I am knot so sure I can be classified as that… lol… I like to be curious about life and I simply donut have the time to worry about what is normal or knot… So if I am being a little strange I hope you will let me know… lol… I have varied interests in life and will talk on any subject… so feel free to write what you wish… Be prepared to think, to wish, to dream to smile a lot and especially to find humor in every day living…

Greetings…
The measure of a person is the delight in witch they perform their chosen occupation… The happier you are the more you will in joy what you are doing. To have the pleasure of being with children all day is a blessing… And you seem to be using it to the best so keep doing what you love… The rest is the easy part… A far off land I am in yet I am awake as you sleep… I know that seems strange that the world is occupied with doing so much while you sleep… the opposite its true on the other side… When you awake in the morning to the delight of the sun shining I will be soundly asleep… Yet through the magic of technology we can share the wonders of each day… My job is much less interesting… A manager… I play at it a great deal… Work is not a word I use often if at all… I like the magic of people sharing thoughts… The magic of creative thought and the magic of artist creation… I like to be curious and not so much ask as to say what appears in my mind when I think of some one… Some times that can be rather odd for even though I have not met many I correspond with I can trip a delight fantastic every now and again… I donut use punctuation as well as I should… Drives my wife crazy… Never liked that… so as an adult I get to choose how I wish to write… lol… Simple I can be or complex… People are the same universally… Some day I will take that trip to the other side of the water that separates us and see for myself the wonders of my ancestral lands… Until then through the eyes of others I will be home once more… Have a wonderful day…

Opening the door…
Once in a while I like to open the door to who ever happens by… Every so often a chance is taken to let in who ever happens to wander by… The very fact that the opportunity exists always never occurs to them… To some the invitation must be extended and to others they only respond when the hands are no longer able to be extended from exhaustion or fatigue… Sew every now and then I open the door and see who is interested in stopping by for a chat… a note to play together or a simple hello… I extend the invitation to total strangers for they seem to enjoy the prospects much more then those that know me… What does it take after reading some of my own writings I might be shy of meeting me… lol…

The doors are open now to all those willing to reach out from the security of their own making into a world they advertised to be a part of… I wonder how many regret the notes once they sent them out… Silly that is… but one must be careful of what one wishes for… you just may get it… Doors are made to keep in as well as to keep out… They are shields against the cold and the heat as well as a security for the soul… Behind each door we hide a bit of ourselves… It is a metaphor for life… A door is a hiding place where we tuck away our indiscretions… If we were to open a door way and step inside we might open ourselves to a whole new place… a whole new experience…

Color…
Take a moment and redefine your color for today… Choose a brighter hue and paint the world around you delightful… Color defines us in so many ways… The blues… in the pink… seeing red… yet we dismiss it as just color… Knot so easy to change when the blues have got you… A simple shade difference and you can be as blue as the sky… Where does that then lead you? A change occurs from a color? Giddy… with delight… A sun shine… A nights glow upon you… The chance taken and gained by the love you wished for… All in shades that delight hue…

Wishing…
I some times wish for things I can never have… Knot because the wish is impossible… but because the wish is only for me… A singular wish never becomes a reality… When one wishes for love the object of that love must have also made that wish… That is the nature of wishes I am speaking of… Wishes of two that can never be… I have a simple saying that I repeat often in my words in this journal… Always two never one… They pertain to my relationships with a number of people… We are close, intense friends… some closer then others… we will always be two… we will never be one… though some times… I can wish for more it shall never be… Each of us have our own lives separate from each other on different sides of the world… We love and care for each other and have changed each other’s lives greatly by our friendship… My wishing in this regard is a singular wish… A wish I am wishing for and that type of wish will never come true… It is a selfish wish one of lust desire or jealousy and that type of desire is never granted… I still wish them and ask the Gods to forgive my fantasies and to ignore them as the wanderings of silliness but grant that those I wish them about be truly happy… In that my wishes have all been granted…

Rumbling…
I am rumbling about with many ideas striking chords in my head… A lot of times the illusion is that I am writing when really what I am doing is thinking on paper… The process for me is exhausting in some ways yet very satisfying to my creative spirit… By the end of the day a number of pages will have been written… Answers to letters… inquires… requests… made and answered… In that I have been rather good… I do write to all that write to me… Some more then others… That is the nature of our relationships… I can honestly say that you can love a great many people… It is our nature to do so… Difficult for us to do it for we do fall in love easily… and that present is taken to the wrong place… I have learned to do so every day all over again…

The process of allowing my mind to wander has led me to many wonderful ideas associated with people and relationships… Fall in love everyday with your friends all over again for all the write reasons and leave behind you now what is left… Take the path less used and walk slowly in joy the moments spent listening to the silence speak to you… Let the day slip its spirit into you so that when the night falls you can glow from the inside out…

Many times my mind is off doing something else while my fingers are typing away… I cannot seem to focus and yet the story remains intact or at least on the write track… lol… A missed opportunity or two to laugh at myself… Never let one of those go by for they are worth the minutes you spend giggling… I can laugh at me for daze at a time… A little mixing of this or that with the other stuff that exists here and suddenly the brew is ready… The time is perfect for a change of moods or a change of color to a lighter shade of pale… Fading light and the stars come out…

Comments…
A change in perspective is looking at the world upside down… It is a cartwheel of motions… A slight alteration of the horizon so that sight is clearer then it was before now you may see but knot in focus and now that the focus is better we can see… Hindsight is use full for remembering what to do in a particular situation… Get out and do… One as young as you should enjoy the day… sleep perchance to dream… the day calls… the night calls… life calls… in joy you will find the way…

Feeding the monster…
You learn to appreciate the days when they unfold slowly before you now… Each one a jewel to be worn with dignity and respect… Days are mysterious creations of the imagination… let them sparkle a bit… Slept with a bit… Wished on… the pillows of our lives… The monster wants more… the flesh is weaker then the mind… that is a universal truth… Spin a new tale… paint a new picture… carve a new path… use full occupations for this new day… feed the monster that excites you…

Curves…
A bend in the rode… a ways from the edge so that one just is unable to sea without venturing forth to find out more… A slight alteration of the path to one side or the other or perhaps down ward slightly so that the traveler disappears while walking and then there is no longer a frame to reference the journey that spreads out before you now… The questions begin and the only answer is to go and to find out for yourself… backwards is not a possibility for those on the path so hue must delight the rode and go forth with your imagination running wild with you now the day slips to another after noon time… the after noon slips to and evening and then to a knight shaded in shades of colors blues, blacks, grays… wisps of white… a spreading torrent of colors that illuminate a knight’s journey to the day light on the other side… A curve awaits you to find out… The slight alteration of color mystifies the imagination… it asks for an adventure to find out… it demands a quest to know more… it demands your attention… your curiosity…

A lamb…
Sheepishly one asks of another… the mass carries stories of the wolves on the edges at night stalking the foolish, the ones who stray far from the safety of the flock… the elders face the darkness of the night while the young huddle inside protected and safe from the elements warm and playful… a dream in their eyes the sheepish glow about the lambs that they are being led from one green field to another to graze upon the grass… Many a day I feel this way… this sensation of being led from one place to another… Strange… though… comfortable…

Seeing the fading darkness…
Morning unveils the fading darkness… The first flickers of delight stretch across the eastern sky and dissolve the dark nests… What hides in the shadows scurries to find the comfort of the absence of light when the sun rises… Evil exists only in the dark nests that hide… Dark magic… anger… hate… fear… aggression can only exist on the fringes in the hearts of those who forgot how to let it go… These emotions exist in a human heart… they are part of the process of being human…

Back in the saddle once more…
The glow of morning sunshine delights and calls me to climb back into the saddle once more… Atop a horse of such stature that I can see the horizon before me there are truths and there are lies… The truths are there as proof of the lies I tell myself knowing the real truth is there… A lot of the Irish is a lie… A complex twisting of words about nothing in particular… A story stretched to biblical proportions… The gift of using a thousand words when one would do… Welcome to my nightmarish journey to the fry day morning… A lively weekend of drive byes will be accomplished… A little here and a lot there… Some fields of dreams… some circles of exercise… some a pit filled with sand… all opportunities for me to read, to write to paint a new picture… in joy you will find the answer…

Inn rodes…
In rode the feeling that this was different… the sensation grew… consuming the illusion… pictures fade and reappear in streetlights… The edge trimmed inn roads passing from here to there and back once more… Years ago the fear of getting caught made the act exciting enough to want to do more of it… What happens when the fear, the excitement fades? The illusion of the apple pie grows… more the desert before the meal… the desire before the emotions are in balance… the physical pulls and the mind escapes me now… Inn rode the center and all that fades is black and of a nature know longer needed… Once inside the void there is only the delight of being and the path way illuminated before you leads out into the glow… The out side is the inn rode… scattered about are the flowers, the plants, the fruits, the food that nourishes the body while the mind wanders off for a bit of rest and relaxation… Take the nearest inn rode while the opportunity is offered by Fate… Take her hand… it is a possibility to explore… a rode less traveled… from out of the black inn rode the night… The river runs through it… the ocean waters flowed from it… this is the inn rode to it…

A created illusion…
I have created an illusion of being more then meets the human eye… More is often a good thing to be… A little more then one expects is a blessing… A little lesson in giving… a tale of true being… The illusion by nature is a façade to hide the reality of life behind… The truth of what one sees is in their nature to be who they are… Lies told in jest are different then lies told to deceive… A point of view altered a belief once held so close it prevented actions necessary to remain healthy… Another illusion crushed and the heart repaired for the good… Tired… a rest is in order… The night is mine alone… I have had enough of this path for a while… I hold on to the dream, the wish, the passion that fuels my desires… The fire that rages is one of passion for people other then myself… The depths of that frightens me… I have never been a good walker upon the grounds of another’s place… My time to hurt a bit… this is my some times…

Place cards…
A setting… a simple message to sit there among the others sheep shepherded to the specific spot in time we wish hue to shine… A sign tells you where and with whom such a place is to be shared… This place is carded by name to the assigned personage that is identified by this specific name upon them such that they go bye the name written here among the other names… This is the who you are… according to the place card attached to the place in witch you reside at the moment… Can you be some one else for just a minute… Be Frank with them and Shirley I can be… according to the place card that is…

An alternative persuasion…
The opposite side… another point of light or line of site to the target that is desired… A single shot fired… a single opposing thought… knot smart enough to go it alone… just smart enough to get up and go… maybe the out side is the in side an alternate position in time… A simple twist of words opens a doorway unseen before the words changed the view and it became apparent to your eyes that other things do exist in the space between thoughts… My persuasion is to see the light inside the dark nest and the delight in the light of color… More ways exist then greet my eyes when I search so I stop looking with eyes alone and I saw more now haven’t hue felt your way along this pathway before? The colors trip over each in combinations… The simplest way to another path is a change of color… a change of focus… an illusion in distorted silence colorfully displayed over time the images fade while gaining luster… More is thought of an older memory then the one of yesterday… until that time is older and wiser in memories stored and open repeatedly… I can question time that alters my point of view… I can question the change of fate… I can question where I am and where I am going… I can question thoughts… I have alternative persuasions to other’s points of view… I have the wish to be other then who I am… I have a dream that differs… The darker side of things is an illusion of changing thoughts… Opposites attracted over space and time… There is an illusion about most things… The alternatives are to think the same and develop same nests that are all equal… The other side is uniformity of thought… a creation of the same ways… a solution based on the reduction of thoughts to one single solution to every situation… It is an alternative thought that reduces thought to non-thought… to reaction… I am of the alternative persuasion…