Saturday, June 28, 2008

Here is my planet

The reason I asked that question is to get from you what are the ways you identify yourself. ?Are you a human first, a woman first, an american, parent, yoga instructor, ...
Then, after that what comes next and next and next...?
I am a human, a man, a father, husband, nurse, philosopher, friend, homeowner, liberal. After that there is a long list of stuff. At the end of the list there are a bunch of things that are subject to change.
Who are you?

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

What planet are you from?

Here is the next question:
If I was from another planet, what would you tell me about yourself to explain WHO you are?

I'll explain why I am asking in the next episode.


Tuesday, June 10, 2008

The Seeker and the Sad Man

Once upon a time there was a seeker
that traveled through life with
open eyes and ears.
The seeker tried out new ideas
and discussed unfamiliar ones
with the people who talked about them.
The seeker continuously recreated the image
of the universe seeking to make the
most sense out of all the ideas
and experiences combined.
The seeker was humble enough to know
it was an impossible task
but worthwhile at the same time.
One day the seeker came upon a man that was crying.
He was sobbing deeply as he sat beside the road.
"What makes you cry so hard?" asked the seeker.
"All the sadness in the world." replied the sad man.
"Do all the wonderful things in the world
make you laugh?" the seeker asked.
At that the crying man stopped crying.
He tipped his head a little to the side,
thought about the question for a moment,
and said, "I only laugh at things one at a time."
"Now that you mention it, there are a lot of
funny and wonderful things."
This made him burst out laughing.
However, this laughter was brief.
The sad man started crying again.
"What now?" the seeker inquired.
"If I had only thought of that sooner
I would have been much happier in my life.
Now I have focused on too many of the sad things.
I won't be able to find balance."
The seeker asked the sad man,
"If you could find balance,
how would you do it?"
The sad man stopped crying once again.
He tipped his to the side and
thought about the question.
Finally, he replied,
"I'll have to figure that one out."
and off he trotted talking to himself.
The seeker sat thinking there
by the side of the road.
"What if happiness is not the
balance point?"
What if it is the ability
to acknowledge sadnesses one at a time
just the way we acknowledge joy.
We can move on.
Then happy and sad memories
can inhabit us
without causing a mutiny.

Does any of that make sense?

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

I'm getting ahead of you

this is #3
take it or leave it
say what you will
I could swear
but I won't
not because of you
or my mom
or 3rd grade children
even though I feel like it
I choose not to
or to not
feel free to let 'em fly yourselves
I like them very much



flowers and bird and butterflies
sunrise sunset sunny days
smiles and kisses and laughter
babies and kittens and lullabys
oceans lakes and streams
mountains snowfall spring

green mossy forest


I'm trying not to stink at being happy.
too much sugar?
too much crap?
too much everything?
I need a nap!
People here
People there
People I like
and those that scare
doing good
doing bad
doing doing doing doing doing doing
boing boing boing boing boing boing
goes my head
without stopping
without stopping
have a nice day