So, what's more interesting/important, what i think or what i do?
Lately, life has been good, really good. This weekend I hung out with my great uncle, his wife, my mom and my sister. Anybody who knows me knows that my mom and sister are basically the fam. With a few additions every now and then...
Last week, I picked flowers from a man's yard and gave them away. Actually, I knocked on his door; bill came out, and talked to me about the way the neighborhood used to be (did you know Mr. Napier used to live in his house. Not quite sure if I could find it again though), then he got his shears and cut me his best flowers.
Or again last week, James and I were and had been walking around main street for a few hours smoking cigars, talking about fantasy in the bookshop(forgot the name), then the park. Reason being, we were hanging out in "double play" but they were talking about a covercharge so we skedattled. Then, as we were trying for one last time to get in without paying; James thought he knew a girl so he said"Hi!". They found out they didn't know each other, but she went on to say,"Just because we're not friends, dosen't mean we can't be friends." And, she paid our way into the bar.
So, this is some of what I think. Here's something that Levi Callins wrote "Real love can change like the conservation of energy, love can neither be lost nor destroyed just transfered or changed." When I read that, I realized that I believe it. The way I love ppl changes every moment, but that's not what he means here. Still, the love ,that people hold on to or which holds on to people, must evolve as we the people do.
You know, there are alot of people I care for, and there are even more for whom I would change,do,destroy,build anything if I could make there lives more liveable, more whole, or more happy. (Plus, I mean, I see people walking and immediately my mind starts searching for a way to inject/interject happiness into their day, whether it be with a smile, a hug, a rememberance, a poem, a song, a story, a drawing(i have in my pack for just this occasion), a four leaf clover, a something, an anything...But, I'm sidetracked that's not what I'm talking above, or below.)
I do have a compulsion to do. But, the most abiding and courageous type of love in my life right now is that which will "get in with" somebody. It's still rare in me, and uncomfortable, but I am at this phase right now, and I want to share it.
Last week, I picked flowers from a man's yard and gave them away. Actually, I knocked on his door; bill came out, and talked to me about the way the neighborhood used to be (did you know Mr. Napier used to live in his house. Not quite sure if I could find it again though), then he got his shears and cut me his best flowers.
Or again last week, James and I were and had been walking around main street for a few hours smoking cigars, talking about fantasy in the bookshop(forgot the name), then the park. Reason being, we were hanging out in "double play" but they were talking about a covercharge so we skedattled. Then, as we were trying for one last time to get in without paying; James thought he knew a girl so he said"Hi!". They found out they didn't know each other, but she went on to say,"Just because we're not friends, dosen't mean we can't be friends." And, she paid our way into the bar.
So, this is some of what I think. Here's something that Levi Callins wrote "Real love can change like the conservation of energy, love can neither be lost nor destroyed just transfered or changed." When I read that, I realized that I believe it. The way I love ppl changes every moment, but that's not what he means here. Still, the love ,that people hold on to or which holds on to people, must evolve as we the people do.
You know, there are alot of people I care for, and there are even more for whom I would change,do,destroy,build anything if I could make there lives more liveable, more whole, or more happy. (Plus, I mean, I see people walking and immediately my mind starts searching for a way to inject/interject happiness into their day, whether it be with a smile, a hug, a rememberance, a poem, a song, a story, a drawing(i have in my pack for just this occasion), a four leaf clover, a something, an anything...But, I'm sidetracked that's not what I'm talking above, or below.)
I do have a compulsion to do. But, the most abiding and courageous type of love in my life right now is that which will "get in with" somebody. It's still rare in me, and uncomfortable, but I am at this phase right now, and I want to share it.