C*oe X is t?

what it all means when I know that loving my God and my neighbor is the focus but the religion is fighting for supremcy among other religions is beyond me. Just trying to get my heart around it all, rather than just my mind. People are all people just like you and me no matter what belief they hold. We are all precious to God, known fully before we were even born, and loved as we are. Why I can't live in that feed is so much because of me. Well had to put the thought down so that grace and hope can soften me up. just a little faith and I should be good to go.

thinking things through

so much in the ebb and flow of life is seasonal and in the long run probably doesn't make much difference. my reaction to these things seems to come from the attitudes in my heart which I think play a big role in the long term.
sitting her in the "morning after" on a supposed down slope of life things are not that hope full in the moment but the potential is wide, new prospects in an unknown future exciting, and the adventure of it all is something that rings true with my spirit.
my desire to find joy with this journey is front seat. it may make the difference in how the next steps of my life play out and help bring me to a better perspective on how to really live.

a salesman

alijandro, he was a salesman
he sell a taco and borrito and a bagel
alijandro, he was a salesman
he sell a taco and borrito and a bagel
b b b boom b b boom b b boom b b boom
hear the dough a mixing
s s sizzle
hear the meat a frying
and the beans a cooking cooking
alijandro, he was a salesman

food chain

veggie mobile fuel
from fries and fast food
yellow needing blue for green

vocal noodling

mimicking the sound
seagulls in water
a smile and joy are in order

ocean

wave by wave, again
tugging pull by pull
hear the sand tumble away

snow going

Another day of snow in the Chicago west suburbia's. But it does seem like winters tight grip is slipping, the air is not quite so harsh and the sun is out a little longer each day.
I really have enjoyed the snow and weather this year. It is the snow-less cold days that make a winter hard. The brown scape with no snow to soften the blow of death in the garden is a little depressing. Not this year though, it has been picturesque at every turn.
The warmth is invited to return... my toes long for the freedom of the flip flop. The shoe has always been a friend by necessity, sorry boys but the closet is calling your name.
For today I will enjoy the white blanket and try a few more power slides on my travels in the auto.

where is Rocky when you need him?

Gut check yesterday. Had a challange thrown at me to live a life worth respecting if that is what I really want. I have to admit that it is harder than it seems to just put all the friction causing agents away and mail them to the deep blue sea. In doubt that it takes more than a mighty wind (love that movie) to change? Try turning any of your runaway wagons around... But this is not to say I am giving up or stopping before I start.
The conversation that the challange was given was in regards to respect being given unconditionally... an interesting proposition. So the other side of the coin being someone who is worthy of respect is where I am thinking. Today I paid attention to the things that I did and kept a check list of the naughty and nice. Not so hot, mainly my attitude and outlook kept tripping me up.
Ah yes, the journey continues. Growing up is not always pain free it seems. Looking in the mirror might just be the hardest part.

tok pisin no gut

stap isi brata! what for dispela blog i bin kisim name "haus bilas"? Em i sampela clothes no gut sampela compani bin salim long olgeta wontok bilong me na olgeta i stap no guy in lik lik time. Supose you lik wokabout na onetim mi na ask sampela compensation pot dispela clothes nogut sing out long mi. dispela compensation price olsem 4 kakruk i onpela kau kau. em tasol, lukim yu. sori long dispela wai loose tok pisin, mi no stap long phg long time tumas...

book in hand

So I am traveling in Calcutta, India with Shane Claiborne as he works along side Mother Teresa with the destitute and dying. I am only doing so in thought fueled by the words in Shane's book "Irresistable Revolution". They are sturring the pot and adding both sweet and bitter flavors to the recipe at work in my heart. The book comes from a humble heart that doesn't water down truth, so far it is the best read in a while that I have come across. I know many other people are reading this, I would love to know your thoughts if you have.

fear of the ocean floor

Build the boat well, paint the hull, name her "silly billy", show all your friends, take a picture of it, bring on all the supplies, test the motor, party in the harbor, tell sea stories, pee off the side, lay in the sun, talk about the other boats, dream under the stars, enjoy the jetski, say "land ho!"...

...but don't forget to sail!

a coastal holiday

Some days the pipe smoke would steep all the way up to the attic. The aroma circled and calmed the room, a sweet kiss on the dust of ages. A collection of painted ducks lined the window ledge and it almost felt like home.
The summer was wearing on and so had these escapes to the world above it all. Gentlemen gathered every evening in the library below to discuss the days turn of events but mainly jousted for the respect of their peers. Their lofty idealism and boisterous laughter echoed in the tightly packed attic space. But by this time it had only become the background to the sweet separation this place had given.