it’s time.
for the better part of a year, i’ve been holding my own domain and mulling over how best to craft it into something uniquely mine — my landing strip, my home on the web.
and now it’s ready.
so, my friends, please update your bookmarks, blogrolls and feeds, and follow me here:
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children learn to smile from their parents. (s. suzuki)
i can’t think of a better example than my dad — happy birthday to you!
the waves echo behind me. patience — faith — openness, is what the sea has to teach. simplicity — solitude — intermittency . . . but there are other beaches to explore. there are more shells to find. this is only a beginning. (a.m. lindbergh)
it’s time. tomorrow, i will be heading east, until i reach the shore.
goodbye to deadlines and proposals, commutes and traffic, meetings and conference calls.
hello to laughter and sandy beaches, late nights and bike rides, boardwalks and seagulls.
every year, i return to the shore, along with my family, to relax and recharge, to listen as the sea shares her secrets with me. every year, it’s something different i find, and yet it’s always exactly what i need.
this year, i think it’s peace i seek. a little bit of sacred, golden peace — plucked from setting suns and salty breezes and sand dunes.
enough to sustain and enough to share.
my gift from the sea.
light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. no matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it. (t. pratchett)
love after love
the time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,and say, sit here. eat.
you will love again the stranger who was your self.
give wine. give bread. give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved youall your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
take down the love letters from the bookshelf,the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
sit. feast on your life.(derek walcott)
today is the last day of my 33rd year, and as an homage, i’ve pulled together a list of 33 things that i’ve seen and done and learned over the past year:
it’s been a good year, filled with promise. goodbye 33, i’ll remember you fondly.
when you have only two pennies left in the world, buy a loaf of bread with one, and a lily with the other. (chinese proverb)
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