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Thursday, July 02, 2009
HNT Moon HaikuThe moon is so big
I see each crater and bump
Pull your pants back up
I've missed you all so much.
It's good to be back!
Happy HNT
See the man, Osbasso
Mad Haikus
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Monday, June 29, 2009
Broken House - A Parable
The facade, once faded green, has now been painted a blissful, institutional yellow.
I drive by on my way to my new home. This new home doesn't quite fit me. I feel like a man who has been forced to walk barefooted and considers himself lucky to have found someone else's discarded shoes. I know I should feel grateful to be shod at all, and yet, these shoes do not fit me, they were not made for me and no matter how hard I try I cannot force myself into feeling that these are now my shoes. They are good shoes. Well, good enough shoes anyway... they are not my shoes. However long I may wear them, they will never bring me comfort, only a blister on my heel to remind me that I should be grateful. I force myself to feel grateful.
I see the pink babydoll buggy laying abandoned in the front yard. The garage door is half open revealing a sterile orderliness. Tools hung in their right places on a peg board. Boxes stacked neatly against one wall. God does like a neat tidy package, perhaps that's where we went wrong? Too frenetic in our desires, too much in love with life, too chaotic in our security, we filled it with our loud voices and the things we had acquired in our travels, our music and all of the miscellany that comes with years. From elementary school finger paintings to high school year books, we crammed it all in--knowing that this was our home. Or would someday be. Perhaps that is why? Because we had the audacity to assume our future.
I have seen them of course. I know them. They know me. But not in a way that's personal, not intimately, like old friends who share their darkest secrets. Yet they do know my darkest secret, they've glimpsed a part of my shame. Without this we might have been friends. Might have walked our children to school together or stood by our mailboxes and chatted about growing tomatoes or trimming the hedges. As it is now I feel the sting of red in my cheeks whenever they approach, I move away quickly lest they recognize my stain.
Still, they are good people. They took the time to ask other neighbors where we might have gone. They gathered the mail that came in our name in little rubber-banded bundles and saved it for us. When they found us they gave us the mail, and some of the items that haste had made us leave behind. Important things, a baby picture here, a book that showed our fervent adoration in its well-worn cover and broken binding. Other things that they felt might have significance to a family with children, they would know these items, recognize them immediately, they are a family as well. I know they are good people. I hope for them that they find the shelter and security that we could not hold onto. I hope this house, this bright, friendly, yellow house, does not become an ami de cour as it did for us.
I drive up the street to my new house and feel the blister of my unfitting shoes.
I force myself to feel grateful.
For my house and thy house no help shall we find
Save thy house and my house -- kin cleaving to kind;
If my house be taken, thine tumbleth anon.
If thy house be forfeit, mine followeth soon
The Houses ~~Rudyard Kipling
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Thursday, June 25, 2009
A long yearThis has been a long year. Our lives have been turned upside down, then rightside up again. We've found ourselves going back to places that we thought we had left in the past in order to move forward once more.
I'll post more soon on the adventure we have had.
At times it has been a nightmare of surreal proportions, at others it has been an invigorating challenge. At all times it has been contrary to everything I had expected my life to be at this point.
For those of you who have waited patiently I'd like to send my undying gratitude.
Soon...
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Friday, August 22, 2008
One YearTechnorati Tags: woodnotwood
Sunday we'll be remembering Lona Haden on the first anniversary of her departure from our lives. Although she is gone she has left a unique legacy that trancends the bonds of flesh.
We created this video from the photos that Lona left behind for us. She left these photos so that we would remember her as she was in life. Vibrant. Brilliant. Beautiful.
Her time with us was too short but we never forget how blessed we are to have had her with us as long as we did. Although we miss her smile, her humor, the depth with which she effected the world, and people, around her, we still have these... the photos that capture her love of life, her joy, and the brilliant wit and humor that made us all love her so much.
Our love for her has not diminished with her passing.
If anything, it has grown greater as we begin to truly understand how she touched our lives. Our sorrow hasn't lessened, but we have grown from what Lona taught us during her time on earth-that love is all that matters, that friendship is the only true currency with value, and that every day should be cherished as if it were your last.
We love you Lona.
We ache with missing you.
~LONA~LOVE~FOREVER
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Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Random Question 1You’ve just inherited a manufacturing plant specializing in plastics.
What are you going to make?
My Answer:
The world sorry for laughing at me.
What would you make?
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