How very right on…. Desiderata (Latin: “desired things”). 1927 by American writer Max Ehrmann. Desiderata Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even … Continue reading
I feel very fortunate. I’ve come into this thing called music, in my “later” years, so to speak. Wholeheartedly. Not just listening or dancing to. Participating, creating, hearing, watching. I don’t know if I would have it any other way. I am discovering and learning and becoming. The passion grows with each discovery or teaching no matter how small. How lucky … Continue reading
I’ve heard that in a relationship, as long as you like or get along with the person 51% of the time, it’s a good thing. If it’s 49% of the time, you’re in trouble and you may want to re-think the relationship. It’s funny what a few percentage points can do. Just like in high school, how getting … Continue reading
Life. Hmm. Life. Very difficult at times. Yes, you have to take the bitter with the better but my bitter has built and I don’t like it. I’m synical where I use to be positive. Disenchanted when I use to see the silver lining. I feel challenged on so many levels. I see such self-centeredness … Continue reading
Arriving at a place in your life when what comeths and what goeths doesn’t take from what you goteth.
Her long awaited trip postponed. Days away from him on hold. Comfortably lying on the shag, she lit the fire. Running her fingers through her hair, she hesitated. Then threw it in. The box. That box of desire. This box which reaked of his smell, his touch, his kiss. No longer to her avail, it had to be done. Theirs had to … Continue reading
As the drama takes a turn, his strong luscious kiss no longer play a part in her story. She takes out her compact mirror, dabs on a little lipstick, puts on her sunglasses to meet the sun outside the office to hail a cab. Her briefcase heavy and her datebook starting to refuel. It wasn’t like her to fall for a such a cad….
Life is like a bowl of Cheerios. Sometimes you just have to float.