Friday, August 31, 2012

The Next Best Thing to Being There...



As it sometimes happens, a couple of years ago, I had a fleeting moment in time when I actually grasped the truth of living just for today. I wrote a blog post about it (in a different blog), called “In the Now.”

It seems like we are continually reminded that Life can come in and change everything. No – that’s not right. Life will come in and change everything. That’s a Universal law.
Why is it so hard to remember?

I’ve unearthed the old blog post and have posted a bit of it below.


Except from “In the Now”

Yesterday, I had a mini-epiphany. It happened while I was blow-drying my hair. (I get a fair number of epiphanies this way).

WHY should we ever live our lives AS IF they are incomplete – as if we are waiting, waiting, for change and just coping and dealing with in-the-meantime?


Why waste one second of life – Beautiful Life – by thinking it is the next best thing to being there?

What an injustice to the hour at hand.

The truth is, we are in the now whether we want to acknowledge it or not.


In the now…...I will choose to be happy.

In the now…...I will appreciate the beauty and the balance of nature.

In the now…...I will love.

Sunday, August 19, 2012

The Only Reason to Have a Cigarette


One day, when my son was probably 12 or 13, I was driving him and one of his friends somewhere -- they were both riding in the back seat. We were on a fairly busy street when  I happened to glance in the rear-view mirror and saw that they were mashing their faces up against the back windows with looks of what I can only describe as horror/desperation. Exasperated, I said, “what are you DOing!!?” They said, “we’re trying to look desolate.” They were succeeding.


This came back to me as I was thinking about how having the right prop can dramatically effect our ability to communicate a feeling or emotion.  If I  was a smoker, I could portray angst, despair, boredom,  or an air of insouciance when relevant. 

It's all about the props, baby



Ava rules

It is the only reason I ever wish I had a cigarette. You just can't get that effect with say, a carrot or a piece of licorice.