About Change – an excerpt from long ago.

A Long forgotten project. As I have been tied up in a complicated mess I have put zero effort into anything but the aforementioned mess, as it has required ALL my time and energy. But with that said. Here, is something to fill space and excerpt.

It’s fall here now. And in Portland, in fall, people line up at coffee shops so that they can get their hands wrapped around a warm cup of coffee to stave off the cold air that the winter brings.  And in the cold air of winters, people in Portland seem to have a buzz about them, like electricity has filled the air and things that had grown old and made us weary are new again. The seasons, it seem, change our views on life, like our burdens have been lifted and we are once again free to breathe.

Nothing

Nothing  to write

Words we say.

A Day Like Today.

Sometimes life surprises you. It’s been one of those days and you are sure it will be like all the ones before which led up to the day being what it was; anything but out of the ordinary.  And then one thing changes, something unexpected and it makes you feel something. it changes your perspective and maybe makes you a little happier if for a moment. these are often far a few between but are nice when they do happen.

A new years wish

 

2012, I never imagined as a kid that we would see a date as late as this one. It’s been a long year 2011 and we have had the most natural disasters in recorded history for one year. Many people are looking to say goodbye to it. My hope would be that  moving into the new year, you would temper your life with hope, resolve to make amends, fly in the face of folly and believe in giving second chances.

For hope is the substance of faith, resolve is the determination that we all can be more, folly is something we all have fell into and belief in second chances is the essence of our faith.

 

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Lazarus Walk with Me.

A Journey and The Fallen.

It’s been a while since I’ve been on Bohemian Prose as I’ve been on a very long journey. Not one of miles or traversing unforeseen roads but of spirit and or pain.

Some of my readers understand this. Nonetheless I’ve been a vagabon these last months and year. And as I realize the writing for me is cathartic it calms my mind and forces me to ponder the depths of meaning in life. On this journey I still am far from home, what I mean is that the sense of home is removed from my being.

And while this is the doing of events and the carelessness of others it still is a torrent that I must swim against. And while I seek solace from within and kick at the darkness till it bleeds daylight, it nonetheless is a painful journey. And is one that those who lack soul, who’s charachters are yet refined from the mire of truthfulness and the bloodiness of life experience will not understand.

Having lacked the moral compass and the fortitude to stand in the face or a raging squall, fail to seek the harbor of its safety and leave its port. Many a ship have been lost at sea this way, lacking the knowledge to remain tied at port.

And while on this journet, a far way off, My heart has alway been at home. And hope so to find understanding. I cannot control the ignorance of others, nor the pridefulness the parade along in, as though they have done something good. What I recall is that pride comes before the fall. And that unless we are truly willing to turn away from our selfish ways and speak openly about our faults, how great the fall in that day will be.