Fridaku! Morning Spiders

Morning Spiders
Warm sun, cool grass still,
Tiny spiders dancing high
Green blades wave goodbye.

Little Missed Moments

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It was a gorgeous sunrise this morning. It was more than tempting to pull over and snap a picture; but I didnt. WHY??? Wasnt it worth the effort to create or the humility to admire? Wasnt it unique or special enough to deserve a few extra moments? Absolutely! But we are consumed with time and obeying its web. We are consumed with convenience and luxury. I was already warm and comfortable in my speeding vehicle debating with myself if I turn this curve and its a better view, I should stop and take a picture. Well they were all better views but I kept driving, staring into the rearview to admire what I would be forced to only remember.


Life is full of little moments that we should stop and enjoy; we should take notice of; we should not only appreciate but celebrate! Alas, often we are only to preoccupied with the great american way to give a hoot or interrupt our schedule. I wish I had stopped; then you would be enjoying a fantastic image of a truely glorious sunrise.

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Tom and Cass at Las Palmas celebrating turning 40! Tom also loves Star Wars, as does the Pensive.

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I called my friend Tom at least to make him aware of what he might miss. He understood exactly what made the sunrise so spectacular. Sometimes sharing is our only evidence of what we have experienced. In the end we all disappear and our tracks tend to get erased by time and progress. We can only hope the same cannot be said for our beautiful earth in spite of knowing that our fossil fuels and the convenience they bring are apparently far more important than the plight of future generations without air and water.

Mornings; Reflection Breakfast

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It is the wink of the morning that splashes its colors across the near dark heavens filling us with at least the hope and/or opportunity for a better, new day. Its our chance to start all over again or at least do something differently. I love the colors of the morning...it's so "almost." It's a different blue, red, orange and black. Sometimes it would seem that the secrets of the universe are naked before they have a chance to become hidden. Cosmotic communication is easier in the early mornings; less interference and distraction. There's something about getting up at the crack of dawn--it seems to make a difference. Now I just need to work in breakfast.

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American Morning Musings

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It's a beautiful morning, the air is crisp, the sun sparkles and the grass grows in silence but harmony with the morning dew. I sit at the red light and watch the little birds jumping around at the corner just before a monster truck with huge tires, gleaming side steps and fat chrome pipes whizzes around the corner. On the opposite side of the steet I watch an old man, at least 70+ yrs old, possibly a homeless immigrant trying to decide whether to cross at this busy intersection. I have only seen a few desolate places in person, seen pictures and movies of many more; but how odd and overwhelming it must seem to suddenly be surrounded by dripping abundance rotting from every pore. Our cars are big, they use enormous amounts of gas, they are shinier than our characters and image is king. It seemed that the little birds and the old man shared similar secrets. More cars went by and finally my own. America may not be perfect; but its got all the imperfections I want most. That's probably a sad statement; but I had to say anyway — its true for me and I love my home...home of the free, the brave and the I want mores! If there were no America, one might argue that the world would have been helped much less. I choose to believe that too.


How even more incredible to have left here and gone to a foreign shore to fight an invisible enemy with undisclosed rules. You see things that noone else would believe and the white picket fences would only shun, choosing to hide their eyes from the glare of human capabilities and darknesses. But everything is ok so long as "we are on god's mission." Support our troops; there is no question or hesitation there — you thank God they are there so you don't have to be. But let's take care of their families in the absence of their service. Everybody has a purpose and some people discover theirs and others are discovered by theirs. I suppose I enjoy the thought of being a Marine of Black Ops; but there is no director saying "cut." Maybe I prefer my illusions of ignorance and disconnect more than heroism. Life has no restart button, no command X (undo for non mac people); so how would you know how the future is going to turn out or which decisions change the future. Perhaps, if you are reading these mental droppings, you are already in the future. I hope you see that we supported our troops, valued their commitment and appreciated their sacrifice by taking care of their families. My "American Idols" run into the heart of trouble, not to the stage, not to the limelight, not the other way. If I had to choose an idol, that would be my preference.

Don't Worry Bout a Thing!

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I awakened to the sound of a soft falling rain lulling me to continue to sleep and remain in the confines of a warm cuddly bed; but I got up anyway. A lot of things go through your mind first thing in the morning while you go through your routine. I laughed to myself about past situations that seemed bad or unsatifying and how they miraculously worked out for the better. It was funny how easy we forget not to worry. It was funny how every new something seems unlike anything else before. Funny ha ha; funny odd. I rode into the office a different way — one with wide open fields and lush green carpets all the way to the sun. I saw the cows gossiping in the morning haze. I saw the casual buzzard staring at his next victims...afterall he had plenty of time to wait. I love early mornings. To be out just before the night surrenders its secrets to the morning, you have a great opportunity to observe and reflect in a deeper way. The light is almost dark enough for you to see what isnt there normally. I slid in my Bob Marley CD as the rain quickened and activated my cruise control (besides I was very early). Marley sang away at "Three Little Birds" which I had always assumed the name was "Don't Worry;" but you know what happens when you assume. Cool lyrics that made me laugh again. Funny ha ha, funny odd.

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Rise up this mornin,
Smiled with the risin sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin, (this is my message to you-ou-ou:)
Singin: dont worry bout a thing,
cause every little thing gonna be all right.
Singin: dont worry (dont worry) bout a thing,
cause every little thing gonna be all right! more...

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Ahhhh......time and truth mix to form a most unlikely alixer. Meanwhile, this day is beginning to drag like a wooden cart with one broken wheel, a rusted axel and a 101 yr old donkey wearing blindfolds pulling in circles.

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