day 356...
...epic failure -- falling asleep before blogging...sign me right up; however this time i am actually glad i got to sleep on this topic...
...i arrived at home last night...and was sitting watching a christmas movie, on hallmark of course...right next to the christmas tree i was perched...and i felt peace; only to fall asleep on my parent's couch...a sense of peace came upon me & i was home...it seems every time, no matter what, i arrive in this house...the house i grew up i can feel a sense of home...nothing special happens it is just my place...
...and this is especially rings true at the holidays...vivid memories of this home and christmas makes my heart smile...and i always hope from years to come i can always come back and experience the same feeling with the same people...as i grow older what we want becomes less and the things that we need become much simpler...finding and knowing home; especially during christmas that is all i want...because that feeling, if you know that feeling; it is as if the world stood still only to allow your heart to hold on forever...
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12.20.2012
DISCOVERY LEADING TO AHH-HA MOMENT...leading to...
day 355...
...well it was bound to happen...i repeated myself...can you believe it...i mean technically it wasn't exactly the same but same topic...ohh well what are you going to do...most of the time you are just lucky that you are getting something out of me...we all know that it can be a struggle...
...this is one of those moments where you think i am going to say something profound...or not...well i am not...it is more about discovering the little things that allow you to think...that must have been majorly on my mind (random sentence & yeah i'm leaving it)...
...it also means that so many insignificant details can lead up to something amazing or a whole lot of nothing...and it can and will be what you make of it...
**side note - did you know after you get a teeth pulled soft foods are a must & they recommend ice cream...hell yeah this fat kid is all over that one & yes i did have a tooth pulled, no worries it was in the back...stop with the visuals...** (SUPER DIGRESSION; READ AT YOUR RISK)
...anyways...make the most of anything whether you take on a personal goal and or whether you are committing to being in that moment...no matter what just do it & let it be for what it is...
...it is a blog that will be ______ in 11 days...it says some nothings and maybe some everythings...it provides a variety of emotion and heart all wrapped into one...it is a blog...
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...well it was bound to happen...i repeated myself...can you believe it...i mean technically it wasn't exactly the same but same topic...ohh well what are you going to do...most of the time you are just lucky that you are getting something out of me...we all know that it can be a struggle...
...this is one of those moments where you think i am going to say something profound...or not...well i am not...it is more about discovering the little things that allow you to think...that must have been majorly on my mind (random sentence & yeah i'm leaving it)...
...it also means that so many insignificant details can lead up to something amazing or a whole lot of nothing...and it can and will be what you make of it...
**side note - did you know after you get a teeth pulled soft foods are a must & they recommend ice cream...hell yeah this fat kid is all over that one & yes i did have a tooth pulled, no worries it was in the back...stop with the visuals...** (SUPER DIGRESSION; READ AT YOUR RISK)
...anyways...make the most of anything whether you take on a personal goal and or whether you are committing to being in that moment...no matter what just do it & let it be for what it is...
...it is a blog that will be ______ in 11 days...it says some nothings and maybe some everythings...it provides a variety of emotion and heart all wrapped into one...it is a blog...
<3 kh="kh">
12.19.2012
always ask for information please...
day 354...
for hump day...and the days after...here is a good one...sometimes it's not about me talking/writing but rather what i can find that just might bring a smile to your face or just "what you needed" and that is why it's often important to just shut my face and share...so...
"THE OLD PHONE ON THE WALL….
When I was a young boy, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it.
Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was "Information Please" and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone's number and the correct time.
My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy.
I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear.
"Information, please" I said into the Mouthpiece just above my head.
A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.
"Information."
"I hurt my finger.. ." I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough now that I had an audience.
"Isn't your mother home?" came the question.
"Nobody's home but me," I blubbered.
"Are you bleeding?" the voice asked .
"No,"I replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts."
"Can you open the icebox?" she asked.
I said I could.
"Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger," said the voice.
After that, I called "Information Please" for everything. I asked her for
Help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math.
She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.
Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called, "Information Please," and told her the sad story. She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled. I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?"
She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, " Wayne, always remember that there are other worlds to sing in."
Somehow I felt better.
Another day I was on the telephone, "Information Please."
"Information," said the now familiar voice.
"How do I spell fix?", I asked.
All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston . I missed my friend very much. "Information Please" belonged in that old wooden box back home and I
somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me.
Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.
A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle . I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, "Information Please."
Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well.
"Information."
I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying, "Could you please tell me how to spell fix?"
There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess your finger must have healed by now."
I laughed, "So it's really you," I said. "I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time?"
I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your calls meant to me. I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls."
I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.
"Please do", she said. "Just ask for Sally."
Three months later I was back in Seattle .. A different voice answered, "Information."
I asked for Sally.
"Are you a friend?" she said.
"Yes, a very old friend," I answered.
"I'm sorry to have to tell you this, "She said, Sally had been working part time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago."
Before I could hang up, she said, "Wait a minute, did you say your name was Wayne ?" "Yes." I answered.
"Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called. Let me read it to you."
The note said,
"Tell him there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I mean."
I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.
Never underestimate the impression you may make on others..
Lifting you on eagle's wings.
May you find the joy and peace you long for.
Life is a journey... NOT a guided tour."
<3 NW
for hump day...and the days after...here is a good one...sometimes it's not about me talking/writing but rather what i can find that just might bring a smile to your face or just "what you needed" and that is why it's often important to just shut my face and share...so...
"THE OLD PHONE ON THE WALL….
When I was a young boy, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it.
Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was "Information Please" and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone's number and the correct time.
My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy.
I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear.
"Information, please" I said into the Mouthpiece just above my head.
A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.
"Information."
"I hurt my finger.. ." I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough now that I had an audience.
"Isn't your mother home?" came the question.
"Nobody's home but me," I blubbered.
"Are you bleeding?" the voice asked .
"No,"I replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts."
"Can you open the icebox?" she asked.
I said I could.
"Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger," said the voice.
After that, I called "Information Please" for everything. I asked her for
Help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math.
She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.
Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called, "Information Please," and told her the sad story. She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled. I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?"
She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, " Wayne, always remember that there are other worlds to sing in."
Somehow I felt better.
Another day I was on the telephone, "Information Please."
"Information," said the now familiar voice.
"How do I spell fix?", I asked.
All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston . I missed my friend very much. "Information Please" belonged in that old wooden box back home and I
somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me.
Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.
A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle . I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, "Information Please."
Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well.
"Information."
I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying, "Could you please tell me how to spell fix?"
There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess your finger must have healed by now."
I laughed, "So it's really you," I said. "I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time?"
I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your calls meant to me. I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls."
I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.
"Please do", she said. "Just ask for Sally."
Three months later I was back in Seattle .. A different voice answered, "Information."
I asked for Sally.
"Are you a friend?" she said.
"Yes, a very old friend," I answered.
"I'm sorry to have to tell you this, "She said, Sally had been working part time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago."
Before I could hang up, she said, "Wait a minute, did you say your name was Wayne ?" "Yes." I answered.
"Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called. Let me read it to you."
The note said,
"Tell him there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I mean."
I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.
Never underestimate the impression you may make on others..
Lifting you on eagle's wings.
May you find the joy and peace you long for.
Life is a journey... NOT a guided tour."
<3 NW
12.18.2012
greetings of the season...
day 353...
...if you are reading this...you know that I missed a day, I had a good excuse...so if it fancies you check out the day before; if for nothing else than to be inspired...
as many of you know I have been writing cards for 353 days now...And hoping I will make it to 366...but for now a little role reversal...I have been the recipient of cards but tis the season and I have received several cards of beautiful families...kind words...thoughts and prayers and well wishes and they have made me smile and made me feel so blessed and loved...so thank you to the moon and back for spreading the holiday cheer and for taking a moment to send me a card...
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...if you are reading this...you know that I missed a day, I had a good excuse...so if it fancies you check out the day before; if for nothing else than to be inspired...
as many of you know I have been writing cards for 353 days now...And hoping I will make it to 366...but for now a little role reversal...I have been the recipient of cards but tis the season and I have received several cards of beautiful families...kind words...thoughts and prayers and well wishes and they have made me smile and made me feel so blessed and loved...so thank you to the moon and back for spreading the holiday cheer and for taking a moment to send me a card...
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falling asleep can only mean one thing...being inspired...
day 352...
...I had a rough day the day before...so that could only mean on this day...I fell asleep; I had a good excuse trust me...so what does that means it means...you get some inspiring quotes to read and enjoy...
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...I had a rough day the day before...so that could only mean on this day...I fell asleep; I had a good excuse trust me...so what does that means it means...you get some inspiring quotes to read and enjoy...
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12.16.2012
I carry your heart...
day 351...
today I'm just thankful and so so blessed...
I Carry Your Heart...
..."i carry your heart with me, i carry it in my heart i am never without it anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling i fear no fate for you are my fate,my sweet i want no world for beautiful you are my world,my true and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart i carry it in my heart..."
(e.e. Cummings)
<3 EH
today I'm just thankful and so so blessed...
I Carry Your Heart...
..."i carry your heart with me, i carry it in my heart i am never without it anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling i fear no fate for you are my fate,my sweet i want no world for beautiful you are my world,my true and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart i carry it in my heart..."
(e.e. Cummings)
<3 EH
12.15.2012
..."I passed through the seven levels of the Candy Cane forest, through the sea of swirly twirly gum drops, and then I walked through the Lincoln Tunnel."
day 350...
...and I'm back in the NYC...and loving every minute of it...we all know I love the city and this weekend I spent some times getting to know my old friend and hanging out with some fabulous people...& ate which is three of my favorite things to do...
...as always it never fails to seem to amaze me...the people, the scenery, the eats, the fun, the energy, just good times...and tomorrow when I leave on a jet plane I will be sad to go but know that the next adventure only awaits me when I return...
so some pics of my city...enjoy!
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...and I'm back in the NYC...and loving every minute of it...we all know I love the city and this weekend I spent some times getting to know my old friend and hanging out with some fabulous people...& ate which is three of my favorite things to do...
...as always it never fails to seem to amaze me...the people, the scenery, the eats, the fun, the energy, just good times...and tomorrow when I leave on a jet plane I will be sad to go but know that the next adventure only awaits me when I return...
so some pics of my city...enjoy!
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