Wandering Thoughts

Decisions are made in their own time.

The subconscious knows a lot…but it only tells you when you are ready and willing to listen. It can be irritating and annoying, but that’s how it works.

There are many types of love.

Life without happiness is merely existing…it isn’t really living.

Things change over time. Sometimes it’s good, sometimes it’s bad.

Always be true to yourself.

Go after what you want.

Learn patience…it’s probably one of the harder things to do. But it’s necessary because things will happen in their own time.

Friendship is sacred. Always cherish it.

Don’t forget the little things. Every ‘big’ thing is really made up of lots of little things.

Manners. Never forget them.

When you can help someone, do so.

Don’t be afraid to reach for something more. Even if you don’t succeed, you will learn something about yourself.

Don’t expect to ever fully know yourself. Finding out new things about you is a little gift. Enjoy it.

Sing. It’s fun…especially when people look at you funny.

Dance. It’s fun, too. Try it while singing.

Have at least one good laugh a day. It makes things a little better.

point of view

Every angle different
every refraction shimmers
every glimmer a different tint
every facet a new vision

What I will see
you may not
unless you look
through my eyes

I move around
constantly
looking at the angles
seeing the entire picture

Just one view
is not enough
who knows what’s hidden
if you never seek it out

Fetish

I have a thing for dark winged angels. To me, it seems a white winged angel believes they are pure and practically flawless. A black winged angel knows this to be silly. We all have flaws. Those of dark wings accept their flaws. If I have wings of my own, I know they are the color of shadows. Flaws have a way of enhancing one’s beauty…I’m not speaking physically, though that can certainly be part of it. I mean a person who accepts their own…dents, if you will…to be much more attractive.

Paranoid

Sometimes fear takes me
My doubts drown out calming thoughts
I suffer alone

Or put another way…I worry about little things that I imagine are wrong but aren’t. I usually know when it’s just paranoia…but there’s nothing I can do about it. I can’t really say anything to anyone or they’d just think I was a little off. It’s irritating…it’s annoying…and what I need is someone to smack me around when I get this way.

Thanksgiving

It occurs to me that I failed to mention anything about the day’s meaning…a day to truly see all the wonders we have and to appreciate them.

I spent the morning and early afternoon with my mother, youngest sister, daughter, and grandfather. We had a simple turkey and dressing dinner and just talked about all sorts of things. Then I took my daughter back to her mother’s so she could spend some of the day with the other half of her family.

The afternoon was spent with my best friend and his girlfriend on the road to Petit Jean State Park in Arkansas. We got there around 9-ish that night and sat around with his family and just visited for a while. This is about the only time I get to see them so we have plenty of catching up to do. Then it was time to sit by the campfire and just enjoy being with friends, family, and nature.

There is someone I wish could have shared in the entire day with me. I think days like that should be spent with those closest to our hearts. She couldn’t be there, but she was constantly in my thoughts. I’m pretty sure she thought about me once or twice as well. I do have hopes in the direction of her joining me for future holidays…I’m certain she’d get along well with everyone and there’d be lots we could talk about…art, music, technology, movies, humor…the list is extensive. But I digress.

Thanksgiving was a busy day. Hectic and frantic describe several portions of the day. It was a good day, though. I spent it with most of my family and most of the people I care about. I hope everyone else was as lucky.