Friday, March 18, 2011

You know that Eleven Weeks are gone of 2011? If it is Friday, 18th March and 2011, then Spring is here. The cold days are gone and the fresh and new is here, take it the way it is, there are some really wonderful days coming for us!

The Secret to healthy living is in the neurons. How they fire, how they toll, how they sing. If the neurons have forgotten who they live inside, if they make their owner seem smaller than they, if they ever go overboard with shooting off their ends, then there are strict and drastic orders that need to be made.

One, live inside me, be me, make me, love me!

Two, fire for me, never at me, never ever forget what fires flare me up.

Three, you work for me, be my nerves never make me nervous.

Thank you, now be a spark and tickle my funny bone.

Week Ten 2011, I am an egg that only the most positive and happiest can fertilize. I am a seed planted to flourish. I am a soul soaked in sunshine.

What does one person say to another that can make the experience worth the time of life?

One can say we are, drifting in our own serum, breathing in ether, feeding off each other. What your words say, make us or break us and then we will die. Smile so I may see how beautiful I am.

Week Nine - what waits for you is your very own miracle. Go on, open your heart and believe.

I have a problem. My mind does not stop thinking. It thinks so much that I cannot do anything else sometimes but blare into my ears loud music, drumming out the racing space, to pack the notes and beat into shape my peace of mind.

 But lately I have noticed times when I do not have much churning inside there. There is utterly nothing. Nothing I can even think of inserting to chew on. There is Nirvana.

I call it Nirvana because it is strange, it is no nonsense and it is rather quiet.

Having lived with a man for more than two decades, I have one thing to say about my this condition. I have been inflicted with his simple essence. Either that, or I am more man than I have already admitted.