The day breaks and everything is new

I forget how fulfilling it is to make early and watch the sun rise behind the clouds, slowly igniting the earth. There is a lightness with rising early, as though you are ahead or capable of moving with the day... like rising mid morning or later you are constantly trying to catch up having the weight of the day resting on your shoulders.

St. Patty's Day

Saturday morning started off well, with a dinner invitation from Sophie. We got started rather late, but around 8 p.m. I around with a hefty salad, while Katie was finishing up a wonderful Irish dish, and Soph showed me how to easily prepare homemade mac & cheese. After a wonderful dinner,we headed downtown to meet up with some of the bio. grads.



We all hung out there for awhile and then headed over to the Euro pub and local geology hang out. It was packed! I didn't even try to make it to bar and hung back in the roomier area near the front door.

All in all it was a fun time with new faces and good conversation. Ending up back home, much later than originally planned, I was extremely pleased and content.

yesterday, today, tomorrow

questions asked
answers given
nothing's changed
life's a dream

conflicting perceptions
askewed views
nothings clear
to those who choose

expecting more
receiving less
connections lost
self remains

stronger and wiser
life goes on
the moon sets
and the sun will rise

After not being to focus the past few days and having the glimpse of warmer weather, we headed over the beach. Unknowingly the beach was in the process of being renourished, a nicer way to say they pumping sand and critters from offshore onto the beach so that the $$ houses do not wash away.

However, the beach has the wonderful capability of clearing the mind and settling the nerves. Returning to good 'ole G-vegas, I felt much better. It amazes me how something so simple can make such a difference. Although I do not understand why, I am simply happy that I know it does.

Organic

Dismal and dull.
Larger than life.
We strive to move forward,
without looking behind.

The sorrow and pain,
lingers and flows,
through one's veins.
Helpless, no?

The energy to live...
to fight for one's life,
is an unconscious action
finite in time.

Like each breath in,
an exhale follows.
Until one day
the air is gone.

Punctuated Point

uneasy emotions...
riding the swells,
stationary
rising and falling.

sadness
for what might of been
or what was?
hard to distinguish
between the two.

so much has occurred
in little time passed.
the same
I feel...
yet hollowed
by experience.

hopeful,
yet empty...
with little to give,
and no one
to receive.

like a child,
dancing in the street.
not for money
but for the audience.

it's become harder...
to continue to dance
when no one is listening.

what's the point?

The most wonderfully unused doghouse in the world!

After receiving a generic warning for not having 'proper shelter' for Karza and being threatened of having her taken away, two of the most wonderful people helped me build a doghouse to appease the @ssh*le. It's a grand doghouse, the most fabulously wonderful one in the world! The sad thing is that Karza won't go in it unless I make her. But it sure does look pretty and if I ever get locked out, I'll have somewhere to sleep.

Moving music

For those whose feet touch the earth and those whose spirit soars above the clouds............

I see you sleeping
Only in my mind
And I have been away
And on this season
I waste so much time
Thinking of when I
Would hold you gently
And I'd look into your eyes
And I would be the one
To calm your shaking
When you would cry

I miss you in my life
I miss you in my life
I miss you in my life
So miss you in my life

You had your answers
Within every smile
And time and time again
I'd lose my chances
To reconcile

And even if I had my time over
It would take awhile
To reveal all my best intentions
That I let slip by

I miss you in my life
So miss you in my life
I miss you in my life
Now I miss you in my life

~ Xavier Rudd

.... you are not forgotten.