Friday, May 22, 2009

Feel Good Inc.

In your life I want you to find something that makes you feel good. Not something that temporarily rewards a success or achievement. Nor something that merely lifts you up when you are down. I want you to find a true "feelgood". Something that impacts you positively when you don't necessarily need or expect it. I want you to find Something that makes you feel good in a "stick to your ribs" kind of way. I want you to find it; acknowledge it; and embrace it because it satisfies, contents, and fulfills you.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Speak For Me Cat Power

Speak for me Cat Power: I believe in you. You keep on runnin'. Baby Doll you are in this hole; shaking paper, nude as the news as the king rides by. He turns down hate, love, and communication. The coat is always on the sleepwaker, his song to bobby. Don't explain how you may know him and he war, or say the fate of the human carbine. I don't Blame you, it makes no sense. You brave the troubled waters of the sea of love on your silver stallion with your salty dog. They tell me enough, the water and air. Good clean fun in the cross bones style. I believe you when you say the american flag is on top of the house of the rising sun. Yesterday is here and the living proof is in the red apples, wild as the wind. What would the community think of your evolution? Good woman walking the paths of victory, you are free. Maybe not; unfortunate fool. A werewolf with your metal heart. She's a ramblin' (wo)man left lonely. Where is my love? After it all, I've lost someone. I found a reason; 3 times the wonderwall, an empty shell with great expectations.

Monday, May 4, 2009

Sunset

I love to read. I would read in a box, with a fox, with a mouse, in a house, here or there, I'll read anywhere Sam-I-am. 

There is a little lookout above Wasatch Boulevard, between 4500 South and that big industrial contraption at the mouth Big Cottonwood Canyon. I like to go there on warm summer evenings to read and watch the sun set. 

I was there one fine evening in the passenger seat of my car. I had the window open, and a copy of "Watership Down". I stopped reading to watch the sun set. It was beautiful; the sun and the pollution achieving a magnificent shade of red. The crickets were chirping and the breeze was perfect.

When the show was done I sat for a while pondering... whatever. 

"Wacha doin'?" Asked a stranger in a red sweatshirt, sunglasses, and a "Life is Good" hat. He and his dog were peering curiously in through my open window.

"Umm..." I said to the stranger. "I was reading, but it got a little dark."

"No shit. That happens at night." Said the stranger.

Yanking at the leash, he strolled on.

The Son Gets Up

The immersion in the full, rich aroma of freshly ground coffee beans.

The sound of water heating.

The wave of steam and smell wafting from the slowly filling mug.

The steady, deliberate steps towards a favorite seat.

The mug balanced on fingertips.

The steam swirling slowly through my tranquility.