Inner Peacock

When I see a person in a shiny car it makes me think of a peacock. I'm not making fun of that person, we all have our ways of puffing out our chests and displaying our feathers. Dancing a little to catch the fickle eye of the hen. With us humans it's not always a rooster hen thing, mating often has nothing to do with it. As humans we have a need to be noticed.

Nice hair cut. Thank you, is that a new coat? Why, yes I got it for a steal! Excuse me I have to check my blackberry, can't leave the office for a moment. Gosh, don't I know it!

Did you see my picture?

Did you read the clever thing that I wrote?

Meet my dog, see what I read:)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o91FLc4yDGc&feature=channel_page

Structure of a Town

Brick and stone. Stone first, and then brick, that's the way they seemed to appear in my home town of Cambridge, Galt. The area was settled by Scottish Immigrants in the early part of the 19th century, the Scots brought with them their talents in working stone.

When you walk around the buildings in the downtown core you first notice the front facades of carved stone or ornate brick. next you marvel at the buildings sides and rear, how it is composed of carefully fitted rough stone. You see this method of construction in the tiny little cottages that have survived the century and one half since they were first built. I think that as people in my area prospered they began desire the sophistication of brick.

Brick is a hallmark of civilization, any peasant can gather field stones and pile one atop the other, but it takes structure and civil planning to organize a brickyard.

Resolve

Me: I want to change the world. I will change the world. With the force of my will and the strength of my convictions, I will make this world a better place... How shall I begin?

Guru: In order to affect positive change in the world, you must first affect positive change in yourself.

Me: Oh crap! forget it, it sounds like a bigger job then I thought.

Riddle for a Winters Day

I can travel on water.

I can fly in the air.

I have been to other planets.

I can be made of wood, paper, leather or even clay.

I can sometimes be a witch.

What am I?

I wish everyone warmth and light, on this the shortest day, through this the longest night.

Earmuffs

I spent the summer working in Toronto, there I got to know a really fun and creative girl, she shares my love of words. Her primary creative focus is painting, I've seen her work in oil, very unrestricted and abstract. She has promised me a painting but has yet to deliver. I'm not going to rush her, when it comes to waiting for things I have a Jobian Patience. When I transferred back to my home location I found that I missed our daily conversations.

We began a game of email tag, we would take turns posing a question and then try to answer it in the most creative way that we could. One day she brought this question to the virtual table. "after you die what is the most interesting thing that you could have done with your remains"? In my reply I described an elaborate ritual of cremation. followed by a scattering of my ashes upon distant lands, that in life I had failed to visit. I made my descriptions of the places as visually beautiful as I could, I used a very somber tone, I built into it a reverence for the earth and its peoples.


That night I thought again about the topic. I felt it was to morbid for my taste, though I liked the way it had stretched my imagination. I felt that it needed to be balanced with humour, and an absurd humour at that.

The next day I wrote this,

An additional request for the handling of my remains. I have always had nipples of a rather large size. They have caused gym class ridicule and beach front embarrassment. To this day when someone suggests a shirts and skins basketball game I enter a state of full blown panic.

I don't wish to take them with me on my journey into the afterlife. Before cremation, my nipples will be removed and sent to a tanner, after the tanning process is complete, fine fleece needs to be fitted into their inner surface. I would like a master craftsman to fashion my tanned and padded nipples into a pair of earmuffs.

It would please and honor me so, that if on the coldest of days you would wear them. At that point I believe my spirit could rest knowing that my nipples, something the caused me such grief in life, were now keeping warm the ears of a dear friend.

If on a cold winters night you were to wear your nipple-muffs and walk alone into a silent glade of the forest, I am sure that you would hear the echo of my beating heart.

Are you smiling?

Face

Behind these hands is the most handsome face. I've kissed it when it first appeared on this earth, and every day there after I kissed it again. I wouldn't have traded those kisses for travel, for money, for any other excitement. It's been a good run of kisses, these nine and one half years.
I know that circumstance will interrupt this practice from time to time, as the future stretches itself out before us.

It's the sweetest thing to stand over a sleeping baby, to softly kiss his face and whisper, God bless you and keep you safe.