.............. If You want to grow in your life,
you must cultivate curiosity,
For it becomes an unending study of joy.
If you want to cure boredom, be curious.
If you are curious, nothing is a chore.
Children know how to wonder,
that's why they're so endearing.
But be careful it doesn't lead you in the wrong path.
The trick is knowing when you've gone too far!
Saturday, February 26, 2005
Monday, February 21, 2005
Honesty.............
................... is more beautiful than You are to me!
Sometimes,
the mystery,
the nuances of a photo,
and of a person's aura
are compelling enough to invoke an insight into that person's soul
and the essense of who they are or who they could potentially be
Maybe,
I find this more intriguing than actually meeting a person.
For a picture doesn't lie
...words do in a corrupt society,
...driven by lust, jealousy and greed.
Therefore, I love simplistic innocense
...such realness is pure.
Sometimes,
the mystery,
the nuances of a photo,
and of a person's aura
are compelling enough to invoke an insight into that person's soul
and the essense of who they are or who they could potentially be
Maybe,
I find this more intriguing than actually meeting a person.
For a picture doesn't lie
...words do in a corrupt society,
...driven by lust, jealousy and greed.
Therefore, I love simplistic innocense
...such realness is pure.
Saturday, February 19, 2005
The Pond
The Most Beautiful Lily in the Pond
she longs to view each day.
It's petals virginal white,
send shivers to her spine,
calling her,
taunting her,
with promise of its hidden passion.
Her soul,
it caresses with whispers of the bluest fire,
and to it one day she knows the wind shall carry all of her untaimed desires.
she longs to view each day.
It's petals virginal white,
send shivers to her spine,
calling her,
taunting her,
with promise of its hidden passion.
Her soul,
it caresses with whispers of the bluest fire,
and to it one day she knows the wind shall carry all of her untaimed desires.
Sunday, February 13, 2005
Beloved Valentine
Life, like lovers and friends,
is a varied and vibrant series of beautiful possiblities and promises!
Surely then, each to his and her own,
and yet all made possible becasue of the excellant majesty of His thrown.
Therefore, won't you take a moment and thank the one true Love of your life
during your Valentines day celebration.
Not to say that the joy and pleasure of this mortal world is not enough(?),
but won't the exquisite music and lovingly embraced tears be so much more real, in Heaven!
is a varied and vibrant series of beautiful possiblities and promises!
Surely then, each to his and her own,
and yet all made possible becasue of the excellant majesty of His thrown.
Therefore, won't you take a moment and thank the one true Love of your life
during your Valentines day celebration.
Not to say that the joy and pleasure of this mortal world is not enough(?),
but won't the exquisite music and lovingly embraced tears be so much more real, in Heaven!
Thursday, February 10, 2005
Swashbuckler, the Story
Swashbuckler, the story:
Recently, while I was traveling on the California coast with some of my coaching colleagues and friends, I came across a tragically fake copy of a man that I used to be.
Actually, it was one the woman that I was traveling with, who noticed this individual in our midst, and reminded me that today, so many men want to be more than they can readily translate easily words (her exact quote: look, he’s playing past himself!), and therefore they use bluster and imagined bravado to display their intent and imaginary talents.
As a man, I am still unashamed to say that for more than a moment in my past, often I was openly referred to as that “eastern swashbuckler”, as in, you must have met him. At first, I thought of this as a semi-flattering term, and even was called upon to exemplify the ways in which the talents displayed themselves in business and social settings, for others in my circle thought it unusual that I developed this persona by accident.
So, needless to say, to look upon this man, and then hear a stranger to our group refer to him as a swashbuckling idiot, I was both angered and confused.What had happened to the notion that a man who possessed the ability to be both daredevil and explorer, fortune-hunter and globetrotter, hero and madcap, opportunist, and pioneer, rogue and romantic, soldier and speculator, traveler and venturer, was anything other than good friend?
How did become that such a man was now looked upon as a big talking blusterer. Or worse, someone working with purely his braggadocio, or just a plain bullshitting, egotist, whose’ know-it-all, peacock, show-offish ness and false swagger, identify him as a on who has no true talents?Did I look that way to others I wondered?
And yes, there were those parents, brothers and ex-boyfriends who often thought that I could not be as I appeared, for no man can care and kill using the same tools, yet, I did then, and unfortunately, still do now. Anyhoo, I am still coming back to myself after the brief coaching conference in San Francisco, but still, I am totally baffled by the fact that whenever I go out into cities these days, I am dismayed by the overwhelming lack of love and honesty.
Surely, it must be the fact that I am older now, but gee, what ever happened to the pursuit of craft and the dignity that came from being your own person (man)?
Are we truly as lost as that man?
Or am I just on the wrong Coast again?
Recently, while I was traveling on the California coast with some of my coaching colleagues and friends, I came across a tragically fake copy of a man that I used to be.
Actually, it was one the woman that I was traveling with, who noticed this individual in our midst, and reminded me that today, so many men want to be more than they can readily translate easily words (her exact quote: look, he’s playing past himself!), and therefore they use bluster and imagined bravado to display their intent and imaginary talents.
As a man, I am still unashamed to say that for more than a moment in my past, often I was openly referred to as that “eastern swashbuckler”, as in, you must have met him. At first, I thought of this as a semi-flattering term, and even was called upon to exemplify the ways in which the talents displayed themselves in business and social settings, for others in my circle thought it unusual that I developed this persona by accident.
So, needless to say, to look upon this man, and then hear a stranger to our group refer to him as a swashbuckling idiot, I was both angered and confused.What had happened to the notion that a man who possessed the ability to be both daredevil and explorer, fortune-hunter and globetrotter, hero and madcap, opportunist, and pioneer, rogue and romantic, soldier and speculator, traveler and venturer, was anything other than good friend?
How did become that such a man was now looked upon as a big talking blusterer. Or worse, someone working with purely his braggadocio, or just a plain bullshitting, egotist, whose’ know-it-all, peacock, show-offish ness and false swagger, identify him as a on who has no true talents?Did I look that way to others I wondered?
And yes, there were those parents, brothers and ex-boyfriends who often thought that I could not be as I appeared, for no man can care and kill using the same tools, yet, I did then, and unfortunately, still do now. Anyhoo, I am still coming back to myself after the brief coaching conference in San Francisco, but still, I am totally baffled by the fact that whenever I go out into cities these days, I am dismayed by the overwhelming lack of love and honesty.
Surely, it must be the fact that I am older now, but gee, what ever happened to the pursuit of craft and the dignity that came from being your own person (man)?
Are we truly as lost as that man?
Or am I just on the wrong Coast again?
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