March 6, 2010 § Leave a comment
I hope my blog is read by more people than my invisible cat
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November 12, 2009 § Leave a comment
“That which causes us trials shall yield us triumph: and that which make our hearts to ache shall fill us with gladness. The only true happiness is to learn, to advance, and to improve: which could not happen unless we had commence with error, ignorance, and imperfection. We must pass through the darkness, to reach the light.”– Albert Pike.
December 1, 2007 § Leave a comment
If you do not know what i want, please try not to tell me that my want is wrong.
Or my beliefs are different from yours, at least pause before you set out to correct them.
Or my emotions seem less or mere intense than yours, give the same circumstances, try not to ask me to feel other than i do.
Or if i act, or fail to act, in the manner of your design for action, please let me be.
I do not, for the moment at least, ask you to understand me.
That will come only when you are willing to give up trying to change me into a copy of you.
If you will allow me any of my own wants or emotions or beliefs, or actions, then you open yourself to the possibility that some day these ways of mine might not seem so wrong and might finally appear as right – for me
Not that you embrace my way as right for you but that you are no longer irritated or disappointed with me for my seeming waywardness. And one day, perhaps in trying to understand me, you might come to prize my differences, and far from seeking to change me, might preserve and even cherish those differences.
I may be your spouse, your parent, your offspring, your friend, your colleague, But whatever our relation, this I know:
You and I are fundamentally different and both of us have to march to our own drummer.
August 18, 2007 § Leave a comment
After seven years, I’ve almost succeeded in freeing my wife,
from her ludicrous fear of electrical storms.
Tonight, she parted the curtains to watch the lightening
burst open like an enormous golden flower, consume itself,
die to the accompaniment of the sound the sky might make,
if it were solid and could cracked open from horizon to zenith.
And I flinched, after seven years
That much of her implanted in me