"What are One Day Things?" she asked.
"One Day Things are Those Things In Your Future That Are Meant For Only You. If you close your eyes, look into your Heart, and stop Thinking, they will reveal themselves slowly and cautiously - kinda like when Forest Fairies come out from behind the trees and approach you slowly and ask you to follow them. If you aren't afraid of anything, forget your worries and use a bit of imagination, you will see your One Day Things clearly. "
"So, that's why you don't live in the city, then?" She asked.
"Exactly! That's why I live near a lake... near enough to the woods.. because I'm never far from the One Day Things when I take my morning or evening walks. You see, if you follow those One Day Things, you'll never lose sight of what's in your Future and that's an Important Thing nowadays... because most people I know don't really remember where they've been and have given up on where they're going. I'm not a big fan of that path in Life, so I choose the path with the One Day Things."
Then, she cautiously put on her walking shoes and went for her first walk with him. And all the while, as they walked past the lake and near the woods, she had to admit to herself that there were moments when she forgot all her Worries and Fears and found herself looking deep into the woods for Forest Fairies and One Day Things.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Two Broken Hearts
"So what should we do, then?" she asked him.
And as he gazed out the coffee shop window, beaded and glistening with drifting icy rain drops, he replied softly, "We'll do the only thing any two people can do after a Lifetime of Loving Others - We'll try our best to love each other all that we can with whatever is left of our broken hearts..."
"... Until our hearts are broken no longer?" she added.
"... Or until we die - whichever comes first," he finished with a playful smile.
And in that very moment, their eyes found each other and they simply saw each other for Who They Really Were for the first time: Two Broken Hearts.
And as he gazed out the coffee shop window, beaded and glistening with drifting icy rain drops, he replied softly, "We'll do the only thing any two people can do after a Lifetime of Loving Others - We'll try our best to love each other all that we can with whatever is left of our broken hearts..."
"... Until our hearts are broken no longer?" she added.
"... Or until we die - whichever comes first," he finished with a playful smile.
And in that very moment, their eyes found each other and they simply saw each other for Who They Really Were for the first time: Two Broken Hearts.
Wednesday, April 08, 2009
Things You Can't Do in a Box
"The trouble with putting people into boxes," He said, "was that most everyone fits into a box of one size or another - but no one ever really belongs in just one box - lots of people can fit into lots of boxes."
She looked at him for a moment, thought of what kinds of boxes She would put Him into and then replied, "I disagree. I think that the trouble with putting people into boxes is that it makes you feel alone and separated from the people you care about."
He stopped sipping his iced latte and put it down on the table. Then, in one swift motion, he stood up and opened up his arms to hug her.
"I don't think we should live in boxes," He said.
And with a hug, they both agreed on that.
And they held hands quietly the rest of their lunch hour - enjoying the Things You Can Do When Someone Won't Put You Into A Box.
She looked at him for a moment, thought of what kinds of boxes She would put Him into and then replied, "I disagree. I think that the trouble with putting people into boxes is that it makes you feel alone and separated from the people you care about."
He stopped sipping his iced latte and put it down on the table. Then, in one swift motion, he stood up and opened up his arms to hug her.
"I don't think we should live in boxes," He said.
And with a hug, they both agreed on that.
And they held hands quietly the rest of their lunch hour - enjoying the Things You Can Do When Someone Won't Put You Into A Box.
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Monday Morning in Manhattan
Wondering where
the sun went, once
it flooded
the streets with
yellow
like taxis on
a Monday
Morning in
Manhattan.
the sun went, once
it flooded
the streets with
yellow
like taxis on
a Monday
Morning in
Manhattan.
Sunday, August 03, 2008
Outsourcing his Future
"Whatever you're Thinking and Feeling, Right Now, is creating your Future," she told him.
He sat for a moment and tried to think about what he was Thinking and Feeling.
Then, after a long silence, he looked at her and said, "Look, I've decided not to Think and Feel for awhile because I'm clearly not any good at creating my own Future. I just keep thinking about my Past."
"Well, if you don't have Good Intentions for your own Future, you will get the Future that Other People want for you," she said.
"Perhaps, so. That had just occurred to me. But, the Truth is that that thought made me feel A Little Bit Better because that made me realize that all the big companies are outsourcing Their Future, so I should be ok with outsourcing My Future, too."
She laughed.
And for the next 20 minutes, they talked about A Hundred Possible Futures in unrecognizable foreign accents - much to the displeasure of many around them.
He sat for a moment and tried to think about what he was Thinking and Feeling.
Then, after a long silence, he looked at her and said, "Look, I've decided not to Think and Feel for awhile because I'm clearly not any good at creating my own Future. I just keep thinking about my Past."
"Well, if you don't have Good Intentions for your own Future, you will get the Future that Other People want for you," she said.
"Perhaps, so. That had just occurred to me. But, the Truth is that that thought made me feel A Little Bit Better because that made me realize that all the big companies are outsourcing Their Future, so I should be ok with outsourcing My Future, too."
She laughed.
And for the next 20 minutes, they talked about A Hundred Possible Futures in unrecognizable foreign accents - much to the displeasure of many around them.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
A Father's Voice
“I played that song that you sent me, Dad, on Mom’s computer today. Me and Spencer listened to it like ten times. I thought it was you, but Mom said it wasn’t. Spencer thought it was cool that you know famous singers in New York City,” the seven year-old said.
“Umm, Edison, that IS me singing that song I emailed you,” He said.
The little one looked confused for a moment and then said, “But, Dad, that can’t be you singing. Mom listened to it on the computer with me, too. She said it was that guy who signed that CD that we talked to on the phone after his concert that one night...”
“I promise you, son, that’s me singing,” He said.
His son was silent for a moment before asking, “How come Mom doesn’t know you sing like that? I know you sing like that and I’m only seven. I mean, you always sing like that with Esa and I – especially when we’re in the car or when we’re cooking in the kitchen...”
“Well, I guess I don’t know. I mean...” and this time his Father stumbled to find his Words, before continuing, “… I guess, maybe, I was just afraid to Sing, back then.”
Then after a little pause, his Dad smiled and continued… ”But, I’m pretty sure I might have sang in the shower when your Mom wasn’t around.”
“But, Dad, You knew Mom for like twelve years before you got divorced… you have an awesome Voice. You’re the Best Singer Ever and you would totally win American Idol if they let Old People on there. How come you never sang with Mom around?”
His Dad smiled a Little Smile as he remembered how old Everyone was when he was seven.
Then, seeing his son still looking to him for an Answer, he reached deep into his Pocket of Answers and pulled out The Only Answer Left and said, “Son, it’s kinda like this: sometimes we can’t sing until we find our Voice – and, maybe, sometimes it just takes a while for some people, like me, to find their Voice in Life. But, we all have a Voice, even you. Some people don’t even know they have a Voice. Some people just haven’t found it yet. Some people even lose it and are trying to find it again. But, the bottom line is that we each have to find our own Voice. Sometimes, though, you find it when you’re alone. Sometimes, you can find it with someone else. In the end, some people just find it Later than Sooner.”
His son looked back at him, even more confused.
Then, suddenly, the Confusion fell away from his sun burnt cheeks, and the little one turned around and walked away.
“I’m going to go find My Voice, Dad” he said, as he disappeared into his room.
His Dad chuckled and yelled down the empty hallway, “Yeah, I don’t think you’re gonna find anything in there until you clean it. But shout if you need any help finding it.”
A few minutes later, as He passed by his son’s room, he could hear his son singing Songs to himself in his room – Songs that he’d never heard, before – Songs that maybe he knew when he was seven but had, since, long forgotten.
And in that moment, He hoped that his Son would learn Some Things from him that He had never had a chance to learn from his own Father. But, more than anything - in that moment - he was sure that his son would find his own Voice - with or without his help.
“Umm, Edison, that IS me singing that song I emailed you,” He said.
The little one looked confused for a moment and then said, “But, Dad, that can’t be you singing. Mom listened to it on the computer with me, too. She said it was that guy who signed that CD that we talked to on the phone after his concert that one night...”
“I promise you, son, that’s me singing,” He said.
His son was silent for a moment before asking, “How come Mom doesn’t know you sing like that? I know you sing like that and I’m only seven. I mean, you always sing like that with Esa and I – especially when we’re in the car or when we’re cooking in the kitchen...”
“Well, I guess I don’t know. I mean...” and this time his Father stumbled to find his Words, before continuing, “… I guess, maybe, I was just afraid to Sing, back then.”
Then after a little pause, his Dad smiled and continued… ”But, I’m pretty sure I might have sang in the shower when your Mom wasn’t around.”
“But, Dad, You knew Mom for like twelve years before you got divorced… you have an awesome Voice. You’re the Best Singer Ever and you would totally win American Idol if they let Old People on there. How come you never sang with Mom around?”
His Dad smiled a Little Smile as he remembered how old Everyone was when he was seven.
Then, seeing his son still looking to him for an Answer, he reached deep into his Pocket of Answers and pulled out The Only Answer Left and said, “Son, it’s kinda like this: sometimes we can’t sing until we find our Voice – and, maybe, sometimes it just takes a while for some people, like me, to find their Voice in Life. But, we all have a Voice, even you. Some people don’t even know they have a Voice. Some people just haven’t found it yet. Some people even lose it and are trying to find it again. But, the bottom line is that we each have to find our own Voice. Sometimes, though, you find it when you’re alone. Sometimes, you can find it with someone else. In the end, some people just find it Later than Sooner.”
His son looked back at him, even more confused.
Then, suddenly, the Confusion fell away from his sun burnt cheeks, and the little one turned around and walked away.
“I’m going to go find My Voice, Dad” he said, as he disappeared into his room.
His Dad chuckled and yelled down the empty hallway, “Yeah, I don’t think you’re gonna find anything in there until you clean it. But shout if you need any help finding it.”
A few minutes later, as He passed by his son’s room, he could hear his son singing Songs to himself in his room – Songs that he’d never heard, before – Songs that maybe he knew when he was seven but had, since, long forgotten.
And in that moment, He hoped that his Son would learn Some Things from him that He had never had a chance to learn from his own Father. But, more than anything - in that moment - he was sure that his son would find his own Voice - with or without his help.
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