Where the grasses blow

If there must be wind, let there also be long grasses that make play of it.


Monday, November 28, 2011

Steve Jobs last words

In SO many ways I'd like to actually, honestly, really know what lies beyond our life as we know it. Nobody knows.

I don't trust clergy --- least of all. EVER.

I trust me, and I'm not sure. But I hope I get to see people who I've always been curious about. I hope most to see Sage. I hope for lines and lines of people after that. [ shrug ] I wont make up something to tell you if I see beyond this life. I'll be honest with you.

I don't trust clergy ---- least of all. EVER.

If there actually is a God --- He wouldn't have clergy. He would talk to us openly. Faith is control, not a belief in something not seen.

What did you see, feel, smell, hear or think Steve Jobs? What propelled you to say, " Oh Wow. Oh Wow, Oh Wow " ?

If Heaven is real, can I dream about you tonight and can you tell me about it?

P.S. Thanks for my computer. I really rely on it and I do like it.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Snow and blow today. I feel like darkness is trying to drown out my innate sunshine, lightness and buoyancy. I feel like I have been tricked by my own weakness; love. I am here because I love, but I do not love inclemency. I loathe darkness. I loathe cold and wet, and I loathe dangerous driving conditions due to cold, cold weather. I understand, today, that I loathe this weather as much as he loathes the nothingness of warmer climates. Today, I am sad. Today, I am forced to look at what I've made for myself; and for him. Today, I am sad. Today, I am really sad.