Wednesday, January 10, 2018
Hold On
Tuesday, August 15, 2017
I Will...
Saturday, October 4, 2014
Chase your dreams
Sunday, September 28, 2014
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Tuesday, September 9, 2014
Friday, August 1, 2014
Bow
“Bow to the past, Dance to the present and leap into the future. There is always something to live and be grateful for.”
Wednesday, July 23, 2014
The Music 83
Friday, July 18, 2014
Flow
“…As the great Confucius said, “The one who would be in constant happiness must frequently change.” Flow. But we keep looking back, don’t we? We cling to things in the past and cling to things in the present...Do you want to enjoy a symphony? Don’t hold on to a few bars of the music. Don’t hold on to a couple of notes. Let them pass, let them flow. The whole enjoyment of a symphony lies in your readiness to allow the notes to pass...”
~ Anthony De Mello
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
Eternal
The word 'romance,' according to the dictionary, means excitement, adventure, and something extremely real. Romance should last a lifetime.
~ Billy Graham
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Everything
Monday, July 14, 2014
Saturday, July 12, 2014
Beauty
~ Audrey Hepburn
Monday, July 7, 2014
Mad to live
Reflections
cut you open and fix you
Are you ready? It’s time to cut you open and fix you. You seem different. Not in a good way. You don’t think or act like the others. Something is quite wrong. It’s going to be dark soon. So let’s get started.
As long as I can recall this has been my home. The dark recesses of a large room that empty out into a small cavity. My place lies amidst a line of others that can be mistaken for me. Identical to me in every way, down to the scar beneath my right eye and flat thumb on my left hand. Time eludes me so I can not determine any length to my existence. I have no infancy, no childhood. Unlike in the pictures the master keeps by his chair in the study, I am not born. My brothers that line the halls of this place are not either. We have been created. Fashioned from the master and duplicated. I’ve often heard him say we are his masterpiece. The highest form of experimentation he’s ever successfully attempted. A mad man’s army. How can I say that? He’s been quite right. I do not think or aspire to be like the others. My manufacturing seems flawed. I attempt to sympathize with humanity. It is my utmost desire to share their compassion. Several procedures have revealed the cruel nature of the man I call creator. Scientific experiments are not limited to his mindless automatons with their mechanical workings. On occasion there are living breathing humans used in his testing. Suffering and death are quite common. Body parts are removed and reattached in the attempt to construct a human/automaton hybrid. Barbaric tools reach into openings revealing soft insides and pliable tissues. Clamps and braces hold open skin for the living to view the death of the body. Slow and consuming are these procedures. Absolutely necessary is what he answers to my many questions. Questions that I’m reminded seem vexing and without merit. Repeatedly the scoldings insist that I should not question the master’s actions. It is my place to accommodate and support in any research relevant to the cause.
Can it be so simple that he can cut me open and repair the broken piece? Like a faulty toaster oven. A mere fuse will correct the issue. An issue that I do not see as a flaw. Lying on the gurney as the master saws into my torso and head, I contemplate this difficulty. Will I even notice the change? According to the mad scientist I will never notice the change or question the matter with a second thought. The theories of cool calculated logic swim in my head as the nutty professor tinkers around with my insides. Bolts and nuts lift with ease and coils nestle deep beneath springs eject out. There appears to be a slowing of my mind, but there is no real amendment to my thinking. Only now there is a sense of freedom that did not exist before. An impulse sets itself into my thoughts and I desire to act. Quickly Master closes up the holes in my body and head. With a spin and nod he stops short. Something inhibits him. Fingers grip the base of the neck. Crushing. Lifting. Cracking into the thin layer of fleshy tissue beneath the chin. Bones snap with an unexpected quickness and his head breaks free of the body. Without realization I release the body. Collapsing on the floor the frail shell of life seems quite useless. He was quite right. I am not the same as before. Unlike me, he can not be repaired once opened. Such a shame it is my desire to return the favor.
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
Lighten
Rejoice
Monday, June 23, 2014
Sunday, June 22, 2014
Let in Love
“Love is like breathing you have to let it in to give it out.
Learn to be happy with just yourself and you will never be alone.
If you always prevent yourself from getting hurt you will never know how to deal with pain.
What good is armor if you never take it off?
Everyone is someone’s ex.”
-tyler shields