Wednesday, March 13, 2024
Off Script
Thursday, February 29, 2024
Random Red Thoughts
"...random thoughts, an overflow of gazing at the unseen."
Monday, February 19, 2024
Life at an Unsquared 90 Degrees
Tuesday, January 30, 2024
Random Thoughts from the Road
Friday, January 12, 2024
Let's Just Call it a Ghost Cat
Wednesday, January 3, 2024
I Resolve
It's January 3rd. I've yet to make a New Year's Resolution.
It's tradition, right? You can already see the weight loss, cottage cheese, and Pelaton ads screaming at you letting you know "This is the year."
Here's the thing...
Your resolution should not be an annual ritual that comes around every 365 days. It should be a monthly resolution...a weekly resolution...a daily resolution (Hell, make it an hourly resolution if you can).
Wake up and resolve.
I resolve...to be "there" more. To stay in the moment.
I resolve...to read more. To feel the pages in my hands and absorb the fiction and non.
I resolve...to get back into Yoga. It's a wonderful physical and mental stretch.
I resolve...to tell people I love them more.
I resolve...to try to not worry about making moments 'perfect.'
I resolve...to drink more water.
I resolve...to eliminate debt.
I resolve...to walk more.
I resolve...to learn from the past, but not live in it.
I resolve...to forgive (maybe, not forget).
I resolve...to exhale.
I resolve...
...to continue to try to resolve.
Wednesday, December 27, 2023
Under The Tuscan Neon
Have you ever seen "Under The Tuscan Sun" with Diane Lane?
It's a beautiful film about a woman who is lost and finds herself again in golden Tuscany.
As we watch her slowly regain her footing in life, she continues to look out her window and catches a glimpse of an older man who also appears lost as he sadly puts flowers out on a pedestal.
He was mourning the loss of his wife.
Last night, at our favorite watering hole, my wife noticed an older man at the bar and said "That's the man from Under the Tuscan Sun." Not literally, but figurately. My wife said he was looking for something. There was a sadness in him. My wife noticed his book and engaged in conversation. It turns out his wife was in the hospital in critical care after open heart surgery.
My wife was so right. The random stranger in the bar was hurting. As we talked to him into the night, he talked about his architecture career, his love of trains, and life with his wife Helen. His sadness ceased growing for a moment in time.
Once again, art imitated life.
Once Diane Lane's character starts to really find herself, she finally catches the eye of the old man and he doffs his cap in acknowledgment as if to say "I see you and I know you have hurt too."
I've often talked about human connections and how important they are. However random they appear, they serve a purpose.
Bar neon or a Tuscan sun.
Both shine light into darkness.