Sunday, August 8, 2010

Summertime and the Living Is Easy

Where has the summer gone? I know that there's more to come but life has been speeding through 24 hours like a vacationer heading up I95 to Maine. I am not complaining. The weather has been cooperative like no other year in current memory; the garden abundance lush; and so many interesting venues to attend & participate locally no need to travel far. Ideal.

I was chatting with my boss about how each Monday morning quickly becomes a Friday. Time isn't marching it's racing. Yet, I am okay with it. I feel as if I am enjoying the moments in between. Not everything is perfect which is another fact with which I am okay. I suspect that living in the moment is a key contributor to this bliss-like living.

Simply put ... I decided to enjoy myself fully. Take each day and live it to the max. You don't have to be bungee cord jumping off a bridge into a gorge to live life to the max. Just enjoy a tomato fresh picked from the vine will do. Attend a Shakespeare performance in the park. Take the ferry to Boston for lunch. All is perfect.

Life extends a gracious invitation to party every day. You just have to accept.

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Monday, June 28, 2010

Misty Mornings

I am definitely not a morning person, but early summer mornings are perfect for thinking. Now having fog introduced to provide clarity seems to fly in the face of reason, but it works. Having a shroud of fog evaporate before your eyes as the sun takes a hold on the sky creates a visual image of the thought process.

Life appears softer, less defined and more intriguing with fog. Fog envelopes you like a cold caress. Fog wakes you to the fact that the situation is transitory. Fog gives solid form to thoughts.

Fog gives permission to take your time, be extra sure of your surroundings, and cautious of possible outcomes. The more you think, the clearer the morning. And the clearer your thoughts.

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Sunday, June 6, 2010

Reading "tinkers" by Paul Harding

I just finished reading "tinkers" by Paul Harding and I admit that I have to read the book again. Not because I didn't get the plot, but due to the beautiful writing and elegant combinations of thoughts and reality. I suspect I may be haunted by this book (in a good way).

The scene of a dying man's last thoughts as his family life is revealed through vignettes of his memories is riveting. Each carefully crafted detail etches the life, in most cases, hard life of his past and his father's odd life, and the even stranger life of his father's father.

But more than the transitioning of this man into death is the story of his father's life. Spellbinding. Buy the book or get it from the library. No wonder it won a Pulitzer Prize.

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