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Seven changes that i would like to think on and write about in the next few days.
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1.. watch life instead of television
2.. speak with God instead of trying to do it all
3.. experience live music instead of recorded
4.. speak softly instead of loudly
5.. talk face to face instead of using a device
6.. think creatively instead of not thinking
7.. give something away instead of keeping it
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i can go there
so easily
to wish for something
other
oh, mother
life is a bitch
when i won’t be satisfied
when i deny
the beauty
in front of my eyes
and i wail
of my loss
that i alone have caused
as i have wanted
what i do not have
and only need is fed
as it consumes me
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We try to separate one thing from another in our lives,
and yet it continues to be blended like the colours of a sunset sky.
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I miss the you I haven’t met,
My friend.
Is it
A question of time and space?
No.
Go back
To the beginning.
It’s a question of the human
Race.
A matter of Love
And breathing
Living Grace.
My desire
Is also yours
To embrace.
To embrace God in one another.
Listen
Be close
Relate
American menu
A burger in the Mexican restaurant
But, hey, they’re playing fifties rock and roll
What can they expect?
It’s a wonder I didn’t order a vanilla shake
Wo wo wo, You really got a hold on me
Hold me
Hold me
Hold me, hold
Me
Just waitin’ for my ride in the sky
I take pictures. It’s fun for me.
I’ve started a photo journal blog, posting photos from my quick, two-day trip to San Francisco. I had a little bit of time to walk around the business district for a little while catching bits and pieces of SF city life.
I plan to post one photo at a time…when i can get to it.
If you would like to see what i’ve got, link-up.
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I have received postcard number two. Actually, i am a bit disappointed with it, as it turned out muddy and dark looking. I’m not sure that anyone would be attracted to this image at all. But, that’s the way it goes. I suppose it could still be used, even though it’s not what i expected. Perhaps it will grow on me. I have named this one “star.” To see it just click “postcards” in the menu above.
I like postcards. They are better than a letter in every way. There is little room to write, so a person must get to the point. Wishing you were here and Love. They are like a kiss on the cheek or a hug. Plenty of room to send fond hello or a short poem. Now, tell me. Would you rather look at a postcard picture, or an envelope? Which one is likely to be put up on the fridge, on a desk, framed, stuck into the frame of a mirror, or used as a book mark?
Sometimes i get very very long letters stuffed in with cards nearing the end of the year. They list a year’s worth of accomplishments, they go on and on and on. I can’t even bear to read them anymore. Please. Do your friends a favor, and send them a postcard now and then, and then send them another one at the end of the year with a little bit of Love. Spread out the goodness over the year.
Take some time to fill out addresses on a bunch of postcards and attach the postage stamps. The cards will be ready for sending. Now put them in a handy spot. Put some in the glove compartment of your car, in your binder, at your desk, or next to your bed. Stuck in traffic? Waiting for a meeting? Early for an appointment? Just thought of someone? Send them a postcard. It’s doesn’t get deleted. It can be touched, held, and if it’s really sweet… it might be stuck in the frame of a mirror.
It was one quick trip to San Francisco.
Though my flight left ninety minutes late, I was there in time for lunch.
I had never taken BART before. I got on the red line that took me right
to the BART station at SFO. There are about four or five machines where
one can buy a ticket to a certain destination. I bought a ticket to the Powell
Street station, and followed the group down one flight to the platform and
got on the train. I got off at the Powell Street station. After finding my way
outside i just stood there taking it all in. Blasting street performers with a guy
yelling over huge loudspeakers in non-english, buses, cars, people, and a
very long line for the cable car. I stood in the ticket line for about fifteen
minutes with no movement and gave up. Deciding to walk over a few
blocks to SFMOMA, the museum of modern art, where i got a bite to eat
out on the sidewalk eating area.Then inside to have a look. It was good to
be inside the museum seeing some art for awhile, and kinda strange to be
chased-down for talking on my cell phone. After awhile i was wanting to
get back out in the fine weather, all sunny and in the sixties.
I walked around taking photos. And later met Peter’s brother. He lives with
his wife in a condo in the downtown area. We went to dinner and ate
family style Chinese, sharing the dishes.
After dinner, saw the condo, took shots of the view, and then off for a
walk to my hotel.
The next day…all driving, back home. It took me about ten hours or so.
NOTE…
I started a virtual Photo Gallery.
There will be photos of my trip displayed there.
click ☞ PHoto GaLLery
…..One photo Per post.
…….ONe post per day-isH
………Link-up and view a few.
I’m to fly to San Francisco tomorrow morning (Thursday) and drive back home the next day (Friday). I hope to get around the city on Thursday and go to MOMA and Swan Oyster Depot…ride BART and ride cable cars…and maybe go to China Town.
Love to you.
n.
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