Here it is a day late...
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"Champain for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends."
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Friday, January 11, 2008
Morning Zen
Do the right thing. Next. What is right. Do not know. easier to tell what is not right. Do not do the not right. Easy to do the not right.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Morning Zen
Breathe. we can control that. Yes, it does happen automatically. like the heartbeat we breathe. like blinking. we control and yet we do not control. Our body makes the decision without a conscience thought or command on our part. Yet then we think. We control and breathe.
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
Morning Zen
Lack of planning on your part does not equate to an emergency on my part. Of course it is I with the lack of planning most of the time. the emergency is self created.
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
Coffee Musings
Realizing the past and its impact on now. Anger and resentment and fear sneak up quick from hidden away deep within seeping out with subtle grace to swing around and stare into the face and the abyss. i was blind all the time i was learning to see.
Morning Zen
Brisk. Expectation of warmth and comfort. Chilly winds blow and steeling against the cold. wrap yourself in the bundle of protection.
Monday, January 07, 2008
Morning Zen
Breathe deep. There is much to do and then really nothing to do as well. Baby steps of Bob. Not really behind but not ahead either. Just moving forward (hopefully) with the stream. Sit back, relax, enjoy the ride. But do do the next right thing.
Flower
Photos of the Flower recently created at Blue Sage Studios and being sold at the Café City Arts 2008: Circus Maximus fund raiser.
Sunday, January 06, 2008
Morning Zen
It is not really the end of a weekend or the beginning of a week. It is the day and the moment. There is a group of people who individually live their lives in 24 hour segments. One day. On occasion it is one hour, one 10 minutes, one minute, one breath. And so it is that today is this day. Waking at 11:00 in the a.m. does not make it as waste of day or a waste of time or a loss, or time that will never be recovered. It was dreams, it was nurturing the self, it was healing, it simply was. And this day anew. 24 hours. one breath.
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why do I have to shrink and go away so someone else gets to grow?"
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why do I have to shrink and go away so someone else gets to grow?"
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so last Friday I was walking to the truck just about 7:00 am to held to work. it was great overcast, maybe a bit of mist in the air. looking...

