Thursday, August 30, 2007


to move (v):
1) go in a specified direction or manner; change position
2) change or cause to change from one state, opinion, sphere, or activity, to another

move; go; leave; relocate; act; affect; impress; disturb; influence; inspire; change.

Yesterday I observed the silence in the trees by the road near City Hall. There were only a few cars, only a few people. The sun highlighted her beauty.

Tomorrow the city will be yelling at me. I am bracing myself, and preparing to be a better listener than I have been in the past.

Monday, August 27, 2007

To Continue...

Enter into

an Entering into


It is not
what is Expected

But the

In the End.

My friends who are poets sometimes tell me my writing can be too philosophical; lacking a picture to grab onto and relate to. This is something I'm thinking about; it is not a bad thing, I don't think.

Today Arnold and I worked out (not as if, like the rest of this place, I need to point out the fact that everyone calls her by her last name of Arnold, and she does bodybuilding like Arnold Schwarzenegger...). It was chest, bi, tri and ab day; we did supersets with a minute rest in between. Cardio for 45 min. on the stepper after the weights. This was after I went for a 35 min. jog earlier in the morning and took the dogs for a walk. I am heading over to Physical Therapy later to do the jump training for my extra knee rehabilitation...

This is what I mean by the pressure of the moment. It is just so much easier to be active all day - no need to face the silence. It's not quite a distraction, but it is a taking off; a different direction. This blog is also a bit out of character, but if one were always predictable, what would be the point?

Friday, August 24, 2007

to begin\where? there.

It is not as if I need another distraction in my life.

It is the immensity of the moment that proves too daunting sometimes, the expectant suspension of time.

Walking around downtown today I encountered two small, curled animals laid out on a piece of fabric in front of an old house. At first I thought they were dead mice, but on second glance realized they were puppies. And it wasn't my second glance, but my friends. I didn't want to look. Now I am disappointed that I didn't look longer.

There must always be someone as witness to these things.