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moved to see if I can sprout some new wings!

I just woke from a nap and realized that my biological father has finally missed out for good. It dawned on me that the extent of our relationship, for the most part, has been the annual phone call and birthday card with 50 dollars in it, that I relished as a child, dreaded as an adolescent, and wondered what would happen as I became an adult. That ( Read more... )

I still wake each morning
and am overwhelmed by the
gift of my wife,
sleeping there beside me.

I watch for a moment

and turn my body to wrap
around hers, accept the
radiating warmth,
and fall back asleep.

It's hot. I seem to think about it a lot. My arms stick to tables and my pants feel almost damp in the morning with humidity. It is hard not to curl up in bed in some sort of tropical torpor. I wonder if I will get lazy this summer. Food may very well take on the form of salad for the next few months. Tofu, potato, 3 bean, you name it. Any recipe ( Read more... )

I somehow expected life to break down the
hopelessly romantic sides of us all. But
it doesn't. If anything it is only further
forevered by those we are bound to, and those
we love; solidified, and made permanent.

It is hot already. Sweating, trying to play reels that are a bit fast for the temperature(I learned them all in the dead of winter really, so it always feels funny to sweat beneath violin and bow). In the bathroom I could hear the breeze in the palm fronds which still reminded me of one hundred other indistinct and lazy summer days passed. It is ( Read more... )

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It feels strange not to work, when wanting to work. People that know me know that I love extended vacations and basically only work 6-8 months out of the year anyway, one of the perks of seasonal work. Problem is, I want to be working, hell, need to be working. Unemployment is at 7.6% the news says, 600,000 some jobs lost in January. I see this ( Read more... )

Curled up, head next to the speakers listening to Ravel's String Quartet in F Major, waiting to see my wife in a couple of hours. How long they can feel ( Read more... )

"What you feel in the presence of a thing you admire is just one word-- 'Yes.' The affirmation, the acceptance, the sign of admittance. And that 'Yes' is more then an answer to one thing, it's a kind of 'Amen' to life, to the earth that holds this thing, to the thought that created it, to yourself for being able to see it. But the ability to say ' ( Read more... )