Tuesday, November 15, 2005

The two sides of my brain need a half a meeting

Sometimes there's just no words left
when disappointment appears
and we see others as though for the first time

How is it that in our world of calmness
lay awakenings that spurs our thoughts
and questions our own ability
to excel in what we want

Persistent in being
move forward a must
success to follow

Sunday, November 13, 2005

Dream Flights

I saw this hot air balloon flying over my home the other day. The Dream Flights written across the balloon caught my attention. How often is it that dreams really do become a reality? Are they sometimes right in front of us although we cannot see them, or do we continue to search until it is clear? I tend to search vividly in the light of day for those dreams to show themselves as I see it at night.
As this balloon dipped down low as if to land, I found myself chasing after it in my vehicle to the next street over. Was I chasing a dream? It chose not to land, but popped back up in the sky as dreams can often do in our life.
It was there, but out of my reach....

Thursday, November 3, 2005

Weekend on the Chattahoochee River

Associate with well-mannered persons and your manners will improve. Run around with decent folk and your own decent instincts will be strengthened.
-- Stanley Walker

This past weekend I took a 2 day trip in my canoe with about 15 other people down the Chattachoochee River. I took a girlfriend with me and had a blast showing her the way of the water. We camped on private property that had a beautiful log cabin I have seen before in my dreams. It looked so warm and cozy. They built a massive bon fire that mesmerized me throughout the evening and warmed me along the way. We visited 2 different water falls and ate our lunch on a different island each day. I noted that usually when people are out doing what they love and sharing a common interest, the end results are those being more helpful and kind. It was a refreshing weekend and one that will carry me over until the next trip.