Saturday, April 25, 2015

Luck is what we have

Our life adventures are only just beginning; each day brings something new and unexpected. 

The trick is all in the mind.  It's how you are going to choose to think about something. 

But then again, maybe it's something more.

"I'm lucky to have you" 
~Dr. Qing Zhu

Monday, April 20, 2015


Dreams creep into my subconscious and I can't make sense of them. 
I was in the path of a zip-line, unaware that I was in danger.  A person came down from the top of the zip-line and chopped me up into little pieces. 

No one who was around was able to stop the bleeding. Then my alarm sounded and I awoke. 

Is this a metaphor that the people in my life are not able to save me from my own destructive decisions? 

“I will no longer mutilate and destroy myself in order to find a secret behind the ruins.” 
 Hermann Hesse

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Controlling the tiger.

In my dream a tiger attacked a crowd of people.  They ran to our car for sanctuary, however, the tiger was able to creep into the backseat.  Eventually, I was able to control the tiger and place it in the trunk.  

Funny how we are able to control different aspects in our dreams, however, in real life we are unable to have control of even the simplest of tasks. 

“A culture fixated on female thinness is not an obsession about female beauty, but an obsession about female obedience. Dieting is the most potent political sedative in women’s history; a quietly mad population is a tractable one.” 
 Naomi Wolf, The Beauty Myth

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Is it really that different?

It's so funny how you can be in a different place, at a different time, and that seems to make all of the difference. 

Monday, March 30, 2015

Are we awake today?

The morning sunshine wouldn't let me go back to sleep.
I know I'll be tired as the day continues, but who can blame the sun? 

Sunday, March 29, 2015

Perfection is an illusion.

Every year brings new changes and challenges. 
What seems like hurdles today will seem easy tomorrow. 
I hate that. 

I hate knowing that everything I think is important is really silly;
What I think will bring me goodness will splatter like eggs on the hot cement; 
Bake and fry into some inedible concoction. 

Still I'm trying for perfection;
Whatever that means.