Tiny Budda experiment part one

In one of the daily Tiny Budda emails that come daily (if you are wise enough to subscribe) there was a list of questions. It took me eight days of off and on thinking to answers these questions, oddly enough the answers I put down were no different then the answers I had eight days ago. What I was pondering all those eight days was more how to phrase the answers as opposed to what the answers really were. I answered them this evening, short and simple. I resisted my urge to elaborate on each answer, instead I emailed them back, in the short version, to the friend that originally sent me the email (it was before I was wise enough to subscribe myself!). I'm going to use the blog to elaborate on the questions, one by one. They are great questions, questions I'd recommend answering. I am also...

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Moods and the like

Ever have one of those days where you didn't do much more than go from one mood to the next, generally before you had time to process said mood? I am not even sure why I insist on processing moods, I just do. Today was one of those days and currently the mood is very good. It's as if I've had too much and too little on my mind at the same time to make much sense of anything today. So that's what we're doing, we are processing the various moods that flitted through my world today. I am working very hard at understanding my moods these days, as opposed to controlling them which often ends with the opposite result. I suppose one of the benefits of being kicked off the island is that I now have time to sit back and think about these moods, or feelings, whatever term you are most comfortable...

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Trees

This morning I caught Sam's cold, Ronnie Dun singing about life these days, and suddenly your face staring at me through the trees The trees will be forever changed now I can't decide if it's your face or her father's too many minutes studying through the different panes has left me confused and grieving for the trees that are no longer simple trees but pictures of your face or his, back before you both left...

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Self restraint is the worst

I want to write about something that is not ready for the blog so instead of staring at the blank page I'm gonna go right ahead and post a complaint! I absolutely dislike having to restrain myself and tonight that's about all I have to s...

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