Gifts come in all shapes and sizes. Some come with love and some just outright cold and conceited. Last evening I saw a photo circulating the web,of a lady sited on a path,leaning on a car,vending fruits. Pity came because she looked unkept,famished and desperate. I could only imagine what she had gone through during the night to warrant her slumber in the early morning.

But from my scrutiny. I realized that only such sombre scenes are often than most the triggers to peoples thoughts of how they take lifes gifts for granted.

Considering how pissed I get when things don’t go my way…a habit am sure I share with most of you. I felt humble and realized that some pain that gets me feeling low is nothing compared to another’s anguish.

It reminds me of a motion picture that I once saw. Where one man was walking but then saw a bike and wished he had a bike, another was riding a bike and wished he had a motorcycle,another was riding a motorcycle and wished he had a car,another had a car but once he saw a cooler car he wished he had that cooler car. It goes on and on about our desires and wants and how man’s mind set is computed such that its not willing to settle for less.

It’s funny how we always want more and view those that have little as unambitious and underachieving,but the truth is our troubles are not there troubles and probably they have less worries than you and are more often than not more happier and life full filed than you. Then again,there those that have it all and are very happy..We all have our different cups of tea.

Happiness is more than a virtue and requires constant nourishment. It means being a bit more patient at the restaurant when the service is slow,saying sorry even if your not on the wrong,forgiving others for mistakes done without them needing to apologize and probably understanding other peoples characters when push comes to shove. Lack of it gives us goosebumps,ulcers,stress,excuses of some sort,lies and lots of broken relationships.

….but always remember that one mans trash is another mans treasure…



The Public Library and Richard Brautigan


Music of Our Heart

Many years ago I would visit on a regular basis, the South Norwalk Public Library.  While looking through the stacks of books I stumbled upon a man who was sitting at a table. He had a huge stack of books in front of him and was avidly reading a title. He had a brown bag lunch with a sandwich half eaten on top of the folded down brown bag. Odd yet poignant what we remember from our childhood.

I asked the librarian who he was and she said to me, “He comes here every day, rain or shine. Stays until closing time. His mission is to read every book in the library before he dies.” I smiled at her, checked out my books and left wondering about this eccentric person I happened upon. I would see him on subsequent visits to the library and say hello as I passed…

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Comfortably Numb or Just Plain Selfish? I Guess I Don’t Really Care Either Way

On a scale of one to Adele…..

Everyone Has A Story...

broken heart birdsA week or so ago, I was commenting to my daughter about how short-lived true, unadulterated peace lasts, in my life at least. It isn’t that I don’t actually feel pretty peaceful about life in general normally. I do. But on those rare occasions, I literally have nobig problems weighing on me, and that’s the time I’m talking about with Rebekkah. For a time there, I was making enough money to pay ALLof my bills, had a home I love, dogs were happy and healthy, a great friend, a legal driver’s license, love my job, etc. All of this is still true, but Friday, the newest fly came to land in my peace-soaked ointment. Actually, it is a fly that visits my ointments pretty regularly.

Chef called.funny-girl-crying-breakup

I don’t know if it holds true for other ex-wives, but for me, Chef often presents a problem. He is always…

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A’v Found

I remember having cravings
Cravings for a touch so tender
Those hopes that only rode on summers light
But left on winter,on cold nights.

Those hugs that grew to kisses
The feelings that were affection
I got nervous even thinking about it
That i could find someone to love me back
To share my hearts desires.

Everytime I stare into his eyes
The gaze sends me to trances
Mentally blushing,blubbering
Soul seeking,life’s comfort.

Unrealistically real is what it is
Loving someone else apart from myself
Not being afraid to put him first
Finally finding a reason to smile.

That’s why i smile alone,like a fool.
I cant wait to see him
Wake next to him
Feel his lips caress mine
What ad give for those seconds of ecstasy.