friends

~

it is a nice thought - everyone playing and sharing in the same sandbox...
not because they " have " to ... because they want to ... because they can see the value of
cooperation vs. antagonism ... not very likely to happen long term in most cases though
ego ... so easy for ego to cloud situations

... "the good of the many outweighs the good of the few, or the one" (Star Trek)

how hard it is to step back...damage already having been done...

intentional - unintentional?

the words said...

understood - misunderstood?

things set in motion

can they be rerouted? can stories be respun?

will apologies be offered

will apologies be accepted

is there room for one more try

or has the boundary of no return been met

once

twice

again ?

what new possibilities emerge

what will be lost forever

what can be salvaged

what needs to be reclaimed and recycled

buried and forgotten

started fresh?

moving forward

together or alone

or in tandem?

build a bridge

rebuild a bond

letting go and moving on

looking back

in regret ?

while giving thanks ?

for moments shared

before the crack

slowly grew

quickly spread

and

we

all fell

into the hole together ?

"B" "o" "P"

"B" "o" "P" 'bind on pickup' ....a concept applicable to many aspects of life. A BoP item: once you touch it, (aka. pick-it-up), it is yours FOREVER. You cannot put it down, give it away, get rid of it ...it is YOURS ! The only possible ending for a BoP item is complete oblivion, final destruction... yours or it's.

Today we discuss:

BoP and children

Now let's think about some basic BoP items we see in everyday life. Children - your own biological children can be described as BoP. Once they have been created you are in for a lifetime of BoP pride and joy. From the moment of birth these tiny little creatures, smaller than a Gnome, are helpless. They will lay around Ironforge YELLING - mostly for gold, but occasionally for some refreshment. Old Spice is handy, because unless you get them up and moving, or provide them with clothing upgrades, these bad boys start to smell!

Once they are mobile, my advice is to put them on "follow" immediately. The best way to level up their maturity is to expose them to the REAL world. Take them via the Tram for an outing to Stormwind. When you arrive in SW, walk them all around to show them the sites, shops and trainers there. Tiring them out will also give you a chance to head to the Blue Recluse for a bit of adult refreshment.


After nap time, yours or theirs, head to the bank because I guarantee today will be an expensive outing. After filling your pockets with gold, try standing by the mail box a few moments. Eventually your child will receive invitations for play groups...these are referred to as 'join my guild' invitations. As any parent would do, you want to make sure your child is in the BEST possible play group. Hold out for the best offer - perhaps as much as 10G. Getting your child properly placed in these important social structures as young as possible has it's inherent advantages. Collect the cash and immediately obtain the play group t-shirt to proudly let everyone know that your child has been accepted into a most exclusive club.


If you are upper-middle class, you yourself have a multi passenger vehicle. Securely place your child in the seat, and head out through the SW gates with your progeny in tow into the nearby country side. First stop is the cat lady. Every child wants a pet, and surely one of these rabid kittens will make a nice addition to your little family. Of course, if you want your child to be an achiever, I suggest that accumulation of all possible pets and forms of transportation should start early on. So yes, I do recommend buying every single cat while you are there.

( this article is still under construction .... stay tuned .... )

" ? "

is it just imaginings
or yearnings of the heart
is my soul unsettled
am i falling quite apart

am i searching for new meanings
in a world that is surreal
am i phasing in - or out - again
just so that i can 'feel'

is it just imaginings
of things once stored away
have i lost control of them
and they've returned to play

is it time to believe once more
that pain is held at bay
is there hope for love again
before the end of day

questions, questions everywhere
no answers surely clear
my instincts lead - i follow

reaching out, i hold no fear

Goldeneagle

Goldeneagle

The sun hovered a moment longer than usual tonight;
Just before it set - one last sparkling moment of daylight;
A reminder of the warmth and the light that surrounds us.

In this moment I saw a bird rise from the horizon and soar
Not hampered by gravity; gracefully rising from the earth to the sky
Reaching for the unknown - floating beyond sight.

Moving from this world to the next - in that last gleaming light
Paused for but a moment to lovingly look back;
Grateful for the life he lived - for family and for friends.

Goldeneagle - a US veteran from Alaska died tonight after

a long battle with cancer.

He had a good heart that lives on in his family and friends.

( in memory of John Mullins July 26, 2010 )

DYSFUNCTION

DYSFUNCTION
The only consistent feature in all of your dissatisfying relationships is you.

The quote above is one of my favorites from Despair.com.

I have it on my desk at work, and on one of my bookshelves at home. It is a constant reminder that somewhere in the world there are most probably several people in therapy today just because of me!!! As easy as it is to blame others, or the world at large, for mishaps, I seem to have also been present for all of those events that could be described as "less than satisfying".

Now I know perfection does NOT exist; I tell myself this many times a day in a futile attempt to asuage my guilt for not being just that; perfect. I don't even come close to the letter "P" in the word. I fail with family, friends, coworkers, gaming, and neurosurgery almost daily in one way or another. (ok - so I have never tried neurosurgery, but I am SURE that would be a failure also so I do not put anyone at risk to prove my point).

I think one lesson to learn from all of this awareness might be humility. Sometimes all you can do is say you are sorry, ask forgiveness, and try to do better next time. Not as an 'excuse', but as an attempt to grow. If you are always apologizing after the fact, and repeatedly performing the same way, there is no longer meaning to your words. I struggle every day with pausing for that most important moment BEFORE I say or do something "again" .

On the other hand, it IS fun to piss off people from time to time - but I also find that mostly to be about me wanting to control the outcome ( like I don't really know what will happen lol ) or me wanting to inflict hurt when I am the one hurting.

deep breath - and pause ....

There really is value in the silence between words!

* cute * (in an email from my niece Emily)

If you wake up in a red room
with no windows and doors,
DON'T panic..

you're just in my
heart

Where do we go?

Where do we go…

when we die…

when our bodies no longer inhabit this world?

Where do we go?

Do we view a highlight reel of our lives in the waiting room between life and death? Do we cringe at the moments we wish to redo?

Do we clap when we view a kindness we shared?

Or do we wait for a moment, or an eternity, in silence?

Do we look down and count the people lost

in their tears and their memories of us?

Do we count the number of friends and relatives

who come to grieve?

Do we look back at all,

or look ahead towards the light and wonder?

Do we find ourselves surrounded by darkness?

Do we cease to exist in every way the moment we die?

When it is over, is it really over??

The mystery of death…we do not know until we experience it,

and in experiencing it we can no longer share our story.

The living find comfort in the beliefs they share.

We are in a better place…

we are no longer in pain…

we want for nothing…

our ‘spirit’ lives on.

Perhaps we are recycled and born again…

perhaps we observe the living from afar?

Perhaps … perhaps not.

Nothing makes it more apparent that we should treasure every day

than when it is one second too late.

We have heard it said a multitude of ways

- ‘we shall never pass this way again’ –

a moment cannot be relived.

Do not fear death; fear not living.

Live fully each day and love unconditionally,

like there is nothing you would rather be doing.

There really isn’t…