No one is coming

Everywhere I go these days, I keep hearing about

I’ve said it too. I wish… If only.. how come ….

No one is coming.

Whatever it is in our country, our company, our family that isn’t working
that we complain about
will not change
until we
as individuals
decide to get resourceful
not give up.

I asked someone I respect once
the key to a long marriage
he had been married 60 years or something crazy like that.

“Don’t give up on the same day.”


So- what if there was a collective moment
we all
were ALL IN.

Despite the fact that
do not understand.

They don’t get it.

They are (whatever label we have applied.)

and we just

Took the absolute responsibility
to keep trying.

I’m in.

Magic with what is

I love the world. I first heard of this artist in 2008 because a friend blogged about him.

Today, I saw a makeshift sculpture that reminded me of the artist I had sort of forgot about.

(I wish I had a picture of the floating piece that was outside the Embarcadero)

I sat outside my son’s school trying to remember the name of the artist so I could follow-up on what I’d seen. Invite him to a program for youth up in Point Bonita.

Coincidentally, I received this video from one of my coworkers.

Weird, now typical serendipity is becoming.

There is so much randomness in our world that plays such a huge part of our ‘outcomes’

So much of our lives is a result of randomness, isn’t it? There is a good book on the subject “The Drunkards Walk.”

Ping me after reading. It really does blow some air in the old garbage bags.

When did you last frolic in the autumn mist?

Whenever I feel sad. Well. Disappointed. When I see evidence of a world that does not meet up to my highest heart and expectations.
I write in incomplete sentences.
I google
Puff the Magic Dragon.
A song that Peter Paul and Mary have song a million times before.
That a rational person would be sick of.
That of course we KNOW how it ends so therefore it just can’t be interesting anymore – can it?

That is ONE version. The better ones are more recent.

Sure, you can watch PP&M. OR
we can watch the kids. their faces. the delight.
The sadness when they realize that dragons live forever… but not so little boys.

The parents who knowingly place their chin on the heads of their little kids who are only in their lap for a heartbeat it feels.

Delight. Wonder. Depth. Those things. Those moments. More incomplete sentences that sound much better if I was doing spoken word instead of reaching in in between the lines of a blog post.

Just because we have done it before doesn’t mean it isn’t interesting.

I sense at times we get addicted to the new when, like ambrose bierce said, there are a lot of old things we really do not know.


I’m not sure who said it…

“Forgiveness is giving up hope that the past could have been any different.”