And then. . .

today is the day that i stop it is the day that i listen                               listen                                 listen to the beat of my own heart the bits of Morse code it uses to communicate with me -. .. . - .... . .-. / --- ..-. / - .... . -- / .- .-. . / .-. .. --. .... - today is the day that i say goodbye it is the day i let go                           go                              go of rock gods, drum beats,  & coded conversations today is the day that i breathe it is the day that i exhale ...

sometimes when you're waiting for the right moment....  it passes you by.  the world doesn't wait for your right moment   it keeps moving...

              Saturday morning I woke up with a lump in my throat. I woke to sunlight streaming in through white plantation blinds and crusted sleep in my eyes. I sat elbows resting on my knees, fingers pushing at the hair in my face, swallowing, and swallowing again, the lump as stubborn as I was. The quickly fading dream took the ache in my chest with it and began to subside the lingering emotions.                 “Are you hungry?” his deep voice interrupted my quiet.                 I looked up and saw him standing in the doorway, tall, bed-headed, and for a moment my mouth opened to tell him about the dream I had just had. The dream that kept my voice from forming words, but instead, I simply shook my head. The sound of his steps retreating on the wooden floor echoed and I sighed in relief. ...

There is a book I read when I was lost in the world of corporate America. Who Moved My Cheese. The gist of the book was two mice kept going to the same place for cheese, once it was moved, one was brave enough to venture farther into the maze they were in, while the other was too afraid, and well, died I suppose I can't remember now.  The point is he died. Wait no, the point was the other mouse was brave enough to move on, and look for something better.  The something better that we assume the brave mouse found was more cheese. Now, this is a very famous book, it works well to illustrate how people become stagnant, not only in business (corporate droid upgrade), but in life. The cheese metaphor can be applied to anything, jobs, love, life. Did I mention life?  Einstein gave the definition of i nsanity as "doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results." This idea has been brought up several times in the past couple days. We are creat...

The day is crisp, the shade makes you shiver, but bathed in sunlight you're a glow with the fast approaching spring.  We strolled slowly down the rows of merchants, tables filled with southwestern jewelry, candied corn, and eerie t-shirts with pale Tim Burton like characters and Frankenstein's wife. The brick road is narrow and we are in an older part of downtown Las Cruces, NM. Forty-five minutes away and everything turns turquoise and adobe. The air feels nicer, the bit of humidity hugs you, and your skin, thirsty, drinks it up. Past the incense stand with bottles of Jager turned into holders we see two performers, a girl with two spoons, and a boy with a ukulele. They sing to the on lookers and passerby. Their voices sweet, compliment one another so well, that I feel myself smiling and moving slightly to a beat and words I don't know. I toss all the coins I have into a blue velvet hat on the ground. Before I walk on I snap a picture. A boy, a girl, spoons an...

today i heard a phrase. a friend read these words. her words. lovely poignant words read  in a soft tone that was warm and lulling, even though the phrase had a stark harshness to it. "el amor es como la heronia" i kept rolling it around in my mind like a caramel, slow melting, savoring. "el amor es como la heronia" el amor si es como la heroina. es algo fuerta, adictivo, poderoso but it's supposed to be good. our addictions to love is good. we all want it and its okay, even when we suffer the consequences of heartbreak. even when the ache of strong hands against your naked skin burns with memory....

Dim lighting and a smokey feel without the smell. The voice of the singer, Carolyn, wraps around me as I stand in the doorway. " Give me one reason to stay here..."  Groups of friends crowded around tables filled with amber glasses and dancing ice. Laughter erupts, and smiles grace the faces of those around me. Chatter overlaps and wraps around and changes and morphs like small waves, moving, with the flow of our chorused voices. " Come together, right now, over me..." We talk, we sing, bursts of laughter at the crescendo of our conversation punctuate our sentences. Small talk, big talk, serious talk, all mingled at one table where new friends, old friends, and family sit together. " " You say one love, one life...."  " What did that mean ?"       " Another mojito ?"      " Pictures! "      "We had a presentation today, last minute."   "I do translations."             " T...