Sammy Sez
I often look to my whiteboard for inspiration.
There’s this comfort knowing that Sammy is always there. He just smiles and seems to offer an insight to the world that I may have missed on my own. Then again, perhaps his brilliance is really just a reflection from my own world-o-wonder.
If Sammy sez it, I believe it. Peace.
hearing music
I've recently decided that perhaps I don't necessarily need to be doing something during every single moment of every single day. It'll be a challenge, but I'm willing to give the idea that more isn't always better a whirl. We'll see how it goes. In the mean time, maybe I'll be able to catch up on all of those things on my to-do lists that I never seem to find time to get to. That should keep me busy. At least until I change my mind.
I collect time, inherit projects, and drink lots coffee. Moderation and balance… I work at both.
A friend left a sentimental posting for the world to read this morning. "Happy Birthday Daddy. I still miss you every day."
I was touched by her two short sentences. They reminded me of my father.
Ironically, I was just thinking of my father yesterday. Becoming lost in thought and the warm autumn sunlight during my drive home, I was reminded of just how much more I wish I knew about Dad. He was a strong man with a big voice, but at the same time gentle and very private. My memories of him are inspiring and personal, but there’s so much more that I wished I could have learned …not from him, but about him. If only he’d have shared or perhaps, …if I had asked. I suppose in a lot of ways, I’m very similar.
After giving it some sincere thought, I replied to my friend’s post. “Remembering celebrates a past.”