Daring Adventure

Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing.

-Helen Keller

Sing It George

 

You don't know who I am
But I know all about you
I've come to talk to you tonight
About the things I've seen you do.

I've come to set the record straight
I've come to shine the light on you
Let me introduce my self
I'm the cold hard truth

There is a woman we both know
I think you know the one I mean
She gave her heart and soul to you
You gave her only broken dreams

You say your not the one to blame
For all the heartaches she's been through
I say you're nothing but a liar
And I'm the cold hard truth

All your life that's how it's been
Lookin' out for number one
Takin' more than you give
Movin' on when you're done.
With her you could have had it all
A family and love to last
If you had any sense at all
You'de go and beg her to come back

You think that you're a real man
But you're nothing but a fool
The way you run away from love
The way you try to play it cool

I'm gonna say this just one time
Time is running out on you
You best remember me my friend
I am the cold hard truth
You best remember me my friend
I am the cold hard truth

~George Jones~

I Am Awake

When the Buddha started to wander

around India shortly after his

enlightenment, he encountered

several men who recognized

him to be a very extraordinary being. 

They asked him, "Are you a God?" 

"No," he replied. 

"Are you a reincarnation of God?" 

"No," he replied. 

"Are you a wizard, then?" 

"No." 

"Well, are you a man?" 

"No." 

"So what are you?" they asked, being very perplexed. 

"I am awake." 

Buddha means "The Awakened One".

How to awaken is all he taught.

 


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Monday
Sep012008

Rain At First Light

The first night we were together we woke to the sound of thunder and lightning. We hadn't slept much and I didn't want to roll over and look, but he was so excited and had this cute way of pestering until you agreed. We were on the top floor of a hotel with a series of large windows that wrapped around the room and we lay there scooped together watching as the clouds rolled across the sky from window to window.

It is one of those experiences you can see and feel it as if it were yesterday. Forked bolts of lightning lit up the early morning sky and continuous roars of thunder shook the air as mother nature put on a show just for us. But instead of feeling uneasy, a strange calmness overtook the room, and us, it was like watching a movie without the sound, thunderstorms are beautiful that way, and what should have been an awkward situation, was surprisingly comfortable and safe, and that feeling never left, it was there everytime we kissed, or touched, or lay in each others arms. It was the perfect moment, as if nothing else could possibly have occurred......and ever since we have had a thing about the rain.

It didn't matter what time it was, day or night, if it rained we wanted to be together, and if we could climb into bed and hold each other. If I heard rain in the night I would get up before dawn, drive to his house and slip in next to him where he would be waiting, with no need for words. If we weren't together we knew we were thinking about and longing for each other, one of us would call and all we would say was "it's raining" and the other "I know."

The exchange of energy between us and the storm that morning was real and undeniable, as pure a moment as we get here on earth, and it altered us in ways we couldn't explain or fully understand, just as all our experiences and choices do. We were just fortunate to be aware of the moment, and even more so to be able to recreate it. I don't know if we held on to it, or it held onto us, but even now, as painful as it is, when it starts to rain I feel it wash over me.