A coconut dropped on his head….ouch

A few things:

I went to 2(dos) shows last week. Paper Route and Brooke Waggoner.  Super glad i did.  I’ve been listening to Brooke Waggoner for a while now and it was a great thing to see her play and her three band mates (lovely looking ladies).  I saw Bradley Hathaway as well.  yes the manly man.  he will windmill kick you in the face. everybody back upp………. yea lets destroy this place. haaaaaa.  i do like me some spoken word.  

i got stuck in the parking deck at my school this week.  the gate wouldn’t open for my card.  Everyone was pissed and pulling around me.  there was some glaring directed toward me too. oh well.  it was a faulty card not me!. i eventually made it out.  my friend said he saw me and had a good laugh.  i respect that. i’m glad to make someone laugh

worked the heck out of my garden this week too.  some serious labor and manure shoveling.  yes yes. manure. and top soil. and i had to cut down some sweet gum trees to make some cool borders for the beds.  the sweet gum i cut down was in the way of two maples so now they can flourish.  

My dad and i planted some of our seeds in small paper cups too. Hopefully they will begin to sprout!   miracles of life.  such tiny seeds produce incredible plants and trees.  crazy to think about. they are feeling warm in the basement windows until the cold nights go to wherever they go

soon i will be able to put 100% biodiesel in my truck. right now i’m using b20 which is 20% biodiesel.  

i read The Little Prince last week.  read it.  learn from it. yes indeed.  

Bon Iver. Atlanta. Variety. June.  pumped!

Learned how to fix a few things on my truck last week.  Thanks dad.  i feel accomplished now

a hobby of mine is people watching.  cant wait to do it tomorrow.  i get so many laughs walking to and fro on campus.  thanks all you people who i have heard.  Sat and listened/ watched this table of gamers today.  interesting. thats all to say about it. people are so different and unique.  thats the beauty of everyone.  Each one of us with our own separate spirit. breathed into us. who knows when. one day i will understand it

i’m ready to ride my bicycle more, it has been a few weeks since i’ve ridden to school. need to. exercise. freeing feeling. so many things combined into one activity.

Watch: Eagle vs. Shark!   you will laugh

Listen to Bonnie “Prince” Billy

See:  Beauty for what it truly is.  the innermost beauty. deep deep deep

 

Amid the starry night a planet swirls

 

A Drawing I did the other week. I sketched it late one night then decided to take many of the original elements out. This came to happen as a result.

 

A stir, “stand up straight!”

Shadow, design

Engage, rewind

Arrow she pointed 

Bow defined

Back in the clearing

Doe in the shine

Eyes glow revering,

Abruptly blind

 

The fish jumped. The river wept. Dinner was caught.

3-10

Excerpt from a camping trip:

The sun is setting as the river makes it’s soothing sound. I just ate a bowl of spicy rice and beans. I ended dinner with a piece of chocolate. My friend, Pat is sitting in the sand drawing a picture.  Expressing feelings through a picture has a certain way of talking that no words could even try. I am laying in my hammock that is situated a good 6 feet of the ground (should have seen me try to get into it).  It’ll be my bed for tonight(ended up not being my bed though. the sand near the rivers edge suited me better).  the moon is large… (I was interrupted by a fisherman who wanted to talk. He had only caught 1 fish all day but I’ll still refer to him as fisherman). It always happens that a song will pop in my head at the moment I need it to.”God is love and love is real” Every time I hear that lyric I feel inspired. Many days all I do is doubt. I have so many questions and struggles I deal with in my spiritual walk. I don’t understand so many things in this world, it drives me mad, sort of. I don’t understand myself or my thoughts. But I do get inspired often. By little things. I think that I’m unaware of the pieces and happenings that are meant to stir my senses though.

I try to love but sometimes I don’t seem very good at it or don’t want to.  At least in my own eyes I don’t love, my mind’s eye. I‘ll act attentive and caring but my thoughts are saying something like “ This is damn boring. What an idiot.”  It usually goes something to that extent. I want to care more. I want to be on fire too, to have more passion. Be revolutionary. Live to inspire as well as be inspired. Even today as I was hiking and climbing on rocks I found myself annoyed with this one dude who was camping with my group. He couldn’t keep up.  I didn’t want to slow down(I didn’t).  I thought I was better than him(for many reasons).  I hated that thought. I’m no better than anyone, I know that.  But do I really believe it? Apparently not, I do try to believe it and live it. Maybe I had my reasons to be agitated. Then again probably not.

 

The stories always passed

To the person passing by without a smile: I didn’t smile and for that I’m sorry.

Just needed to let that out.

 I held a door for this guy the other day and he was the most thankful person I have met in some time.  It made me immensely glad to see someone as himself.  He said that he would hold it for me next time and I said “if our paths cross”.   

I truly think that these little acts of kindness can go farther than a mind can imagine.  

It appears that I meet the people I find most appealing and hopeful at the wrong times.  It has happened numerous times, either I meet someone who gives me hope for a great friendship and I’m about to move away or they are about to leave or they live 8 hours away.   It doesn’t happen every day either.  Hardly ever in fact.  At least I’ve met people who have given me a sense of hope, what else could I ask for than that.

I’ve heard a few grand quotes here lately that I’ve been contemplating:

“Comparisons are odious. “                     

“Love… and do as you wish”

“Practice charity without holding in mind any conceptions about charity, for charity after all is just a word.”

This one is just a cool saying that the people use in the book I am reading, “glug a slug from the jug”

“Save me from trendy religion that makes cheap clichés out of timeless truths”

 

 

 

 

Tranquility(a mind for peace)

Happy as can be

Except for days like these

If life’s a stepping stone

Each moment can be trusted

Timed then put away

 Inside your safe

Where no one holds the key

Even if we did,

we’d never find it in the sky

Who knows when I’ll get going

Who knows if I’ll give up

A treasure over time

Time

You can’t rewind

Solely perfect to be passing

 Time

You can’t rewind

Only flicker

If it’s lightning I’ll believe

As it pulses through me you’re touching me

Who knows when I’ll get going

Who knows if I’ll give up

Who knows the time

 

Once Quiet

Silent eyes, form silent pride

Silent eyes, both are mine

Silent heat, talks to silent me

Silent eyes, she sometimes hides

Silent heart, just embark!

Without silent tongue

Idols fair take quiet sail, silence grandeur

Besides who speaks?

To a silent life

A lifeless tide, a crippled bride

 All had due time

Myself and my mind

 

spin head, spin

On a daily basis I am presented the thought of packing all my belongings and going.  Somewhere far off where there is nothing familiar.  It won’t leave me alone, the desire to ramble that is.  There are so many different and odd reasons why I want this.  Some that can be explained and some that maybe can’t.  I thinks it’s the spirit given to me that gives me this longing for adventure and newness.  A change, a newness that brings weird, unique people of different cultures and life’s into my own life, making me appreciate life even more.  I want to get out and do more with my days, see the seas and the mountains and the sunrises along with the sunsets. Travel with someone i don’t even know.  Eat food that i have never heard of.  Be spontaneously free.  Live.  Love.  Find.  Impact. Be impacted

 

To see, to want the sea

Maybe it’s just me but maybe it’s not quite. I know it is though, me that is.  It’s possible to be the others too but that doesn’t really have anything to do with me.  The selfish me.  The thought I was funny me. I get aggravated to soon part of me.     

The thoughts I think.  Thinking about the things that continue to motivate me thoughts that I think.  I thought about a dream I had and what meaning it might have.  I’m pretty sure I did that only because I have heard that dreams can have meanings. 

I want so much. I don’t want to want all of it though, no it gets in the way of me and truth.

An idea came and I was eager to make it happen.  I’m sitting here anyways, just thought of another one too.

Truth to be told with love so bold.

Oh yes and I want a melodica.

 Most of my days have at least one event in common and that  is coffee.  Whether I make espresso, café con leche, French vanilla, or even black just depends on the day and if I’m lazy or not.

I need to floss more than twice a week.

If you dream you are a poet are you?

 

A cup of Feliz Navidad and Second Chances

Hello 2009.  Maybe this year will bring a new year of intense and meaningful writings that will be posted for you to enjoy.  No promises. None.  But this year feels chipper(a world used with my English friends).  A promising year indeed, I mean what year isn’t if we are allowed once again a year of running around this place that some would call earth, others hell, even by some a dream.  It can be in equal parts all plus more but I enjoy every God given breath and more days to receive grace, more days to feel and fall in love.

 

I want to be a friend a friend wants to have.  I mean I want to be a friend i would want to have.  Someone giving. A person living in impactful ways.  Influential and intentional. I want to be the kind of person that will do any and everything with no expectation of anything in return.  

 

Most mornings I wake up thinking the words “Be impactful” but most days I can’t say i am. 

 

This morning I drank my orange juice out of a glass with a latino kid on the front, arms wide open and at the top say’s “Feliz Navidad”.  Not everyone can do that.  Not everyone has that cup. No not everyone had someone awesome enough to get that cup for them as i did. I guess I kinda like the cup. 

 

Last night pushing 1 o clock in the am I was driving the streets of Atlanta. Having just left the Paper Route show i was in need of some food, a few good bites of something.  Waiting for the green light to come next to a minivan I saw what i needed, Krispy Kreme donutttsss.  I had to ask for some.. so I did.  I was half way just kidding with them but they rolled down the window and said come on!  I got out of my car and grabbed too and God blessed them for the good act.  A night can’t get much better than that.  They were so hot and fresh!  i still can’t believe it

 

Here’s an excerpt from a column Bono wrote in the New York Times about Frank Sinatra. 

I’m in a crush in a Dublin pub around New Year’s. Glasses clinking clicking, clashing crashing in Gaelic revelry: swinging doors, sweethearts falling in and out of the season’s blessings, family feuds subsumed or resumed. Malt joy and ginger despair are all in the queue to be served on this, the quarter-of-a-millennium mark since Arthur Guinness first put velvety blackness in a pint glass.

Check the article out:

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/11/opinion/11bono.html?_r=1&scp=2&sq=sinatra&st=nyt