Finally it ends
Laying in the darkness thinking
Sleep’s demand winnin
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Tag: life
Sleep’s Demands
Finally it ends
Laying in the darkness thinking
Sleep’s demand winnin
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A Tuesday Morning Haiku
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An Unconventional Life
My life’s been lived
At a right-angle
To reality
I’ve always valued originality over all else.
Sirens in the Dead of Night
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The power of dawn
As mornings are born
Light pours into the darkness
Potential returns
Mornings have great power, setting the tone for the day.
A Tuesday Haiku
Eternal movement
Hands sprinting on these dials
Relentless motion
Roll The Clocks Back
I sometimes wonder
If we should roll our clocks back
Into sundials
Your Best Work Isn’t “Nothing”
As you may have noticed, I think very highly of Seth Godin. This blog post gave words to an idea I’ve been considering:
Money for nothing
Seth says “…your best work isn’t nothing…”. I adore that! A reminder that our work is valuable, that our lives have worth. Seeking shortcuts to accomplishment not only shortchanges the one seeking the easy path, it short changes us all. We need to see the value we add, embrace that, and, then, get to work!
I hope you have a marvelously productive Monday!
When searching for a “Featured Image” for this post, I came across this one. Reminds of my favorite things when working for Starbucks and Microsoft.
“…my mother died. I was with her. She is with me”
My mother died when I was 15. The impact lingers to this day.
So this piece by Masaru Goto struck me deeply:
“…my mother died. I was with her. She is with me”
I love the intersection of poetry and photography. I want to explore that myself.
A powerfully moving project.
