Sleeping on a Lotus Petal

The days seem to be blurring together. Sunrise and sunset, still yielding to the hope of new adventures. I remember being in love, and loving deeply. And yet I could not then, fathom the depth of love that is shared with my wife. In love, I found sacrifice. I found something more enjoyable than surface romance.

Old friendships are never lost, sometimes forgotten, but never lost. They wait, like all things wait, to be remembered, to be valued. Taken off the shelf and repolished, old friendships are shining brilliant with the newness of life - love lost, life born, unemployed, re-employed, and of course, the sizzle of bacon... mmm bacon.

The myriad of colors that blur my sight and give me a headache at the same time scream out the proclamation of God. God IS. And although I am not - a nothingness, a speck on the dust cloth of creation, I AM at the same time a drop of life, cusp on the edge of a tear and destined to be transformed into the fingerprint of a snowflake.

I am allergic to cats. And I detest yogurt. But like the armadillo and platypus, both cats and yogurt remain enigmatic to me. Why would God allow for their existence? How can humanity co-exist with such things?

In the stream of conciousness - that process of wakefulness which robs us of our individuality, our purpose, and our identity, we must try to remember our dreams. Why have we so easily yielded our dreams and our hopes to the idle distractions of life and living? Careers, cubicles, car payments, chineese food. Hopeless, heart-breaking, hellish, haikus. All leading to a shallow diaspora - a microscopic fragile film that we call life.

I implore you, alas if you have read this far, then I apologise as well. I implore you to seek the solitude of your soul and reach for the truth of your life. Your life has meaning. You are deeply loved. If all in this world is fleeting, then hold fast to love. For love is infinite. Love is a driving force capable of up-ending the universe and kicking it in the rump ( much needed at times).

YOU ARE DEEPLY LOVED, and you have exquisite power to love others... to love strangers. Those trapped in the wakefulness of life. A smile, an ear, a soft hand on the shoulder. A hug, a kiss, a nudge in the right direction.

Be noble not for nobility's sake, or for the glory of being seen, but rather allow your demeanor to evolve from the love you share with others, even when others are not capable of seeing.

Love. Love and sleep. Dream among the clouds and lotus. Swim among the stream of humanity. Touch all the earth with your hands and toes. Smell the salty air. Gaze upon stars and encourage others to do the same.

For what is the best hallmark of humanity and civilization? It is not gleaming towers of glass and steel. Nor is it an Xbox and wii... it is love.

Saying Goodnight

something as simple as saying goodnight... i never realized how powerful and emotionally important it is to have someone say goodnight. It is a recognition of another's importance.

I just realized how many of my friends no longer have a person telling them goodnight. It is as if that benediction is reserved for family and lovers.and pets.. but it shouldn't be... should it?

I always make it a point to text someone goodnight... and always have 2-3 people that I say good night to... likewise I recieve about the same amount...

when was the last time that you said good night to someone? when was the last time it was said to you? It is a powerful form of "I love you" that i think we take for granted or forget about.

I encourage you to reach out to a friend and text him/her a good night. Get in the habit of calling someone and telling them goodnight. Drive home the point that another individual in your life has importance to you.

It will be reciprocated... trust me, it is addictive.

Other powerful messages:

Good morning.

I miss you.


Anyway, the other night I went out to dinner and then bowling with a friend. On the way home, we were texting back and forth about how much fun we had. We then said good night via text. Immediately after that my wife called me (she was in San Antonio) to tell me good night, then my mom... weird... but it got me thinking about it. Just now, in bed my wife leaned over and said good night and I was inspired to write this...

I hope you are well, whereever you are and I hope you are not feeling alone.

(no I am not going to end this with a cheesy good nite)