six word memoir

i wish that i could give the right person credit for the concept creation of the 6 word memoir.

but we really dont know. if you are alive and you invented it. tell me your name and give me proof and i will give you credit.

this is me not taking credit for it.

but i think that it is good. my Wolf sisters 6 word memoir is "i will follow my own path."

hers is sort of a mantra, a chant, something that she will recite while wearing native american headresses and dancing for the rain to come on the crops. or just wearing normal clothes conveniently while it rains in her homestate which is often.

for another, a mike* if you will.

"its called earning a degree mike."

*name has either been changed because she remembered it wrong, or its right.

for those who root for the underdog. we are about 78% sure that mike did in fact earn a degree.

anyhow,

she brought this up to me and i like it. to have a motto, a short philosophy about life and whatnot, its pretty cool.

so lets give this a go.

never let go of this love:

is a good place to start, to remember why you feel love and for who (or is it whom, ive never been able to remember ((it is called going to college)) neither here nor there).

thats a good one, but how about:

slow to speak, quick to act.

again in terms if love. while it is all nice and cozy to hear those words from someone.

no one cares if i have to say the words i love you, if i dont show them that i do.

offer a hungry person my words of love or a hotdog, chances are they will see i love them by my hot dog, but not get a hotdog by my love for them. does this make sense. it does to me and it isnt your 6 word memoir...so there.

it is something greater than i.

im not going to explain this one. just going to leave a little silence for you to experience it on your own.

start experiencing.

you may stop now.

here is another.

lets have one helluvin experience together.

thats all for now.

its kind of fun. you should try it.

i love

the right to love

i love the ability to express my love in so many ways

i love that i can blog about anything i want, anonymously, and not see shame for it.

i love that i love, and that i can touch and see and hear and smell and feel.

i love that i can FEEL.

i love that no matter where i go, i can be me. and i can CHOOSE to not be me if i dont want to. its a powerful identity crisis.

those are just the thoughts on my head at this moment.

facing my fears in their face

i have a huge fear. one of the greatest. i have a fear of bridges. not standing on them. im fine with standing on them. because i feel over confident in my swimming abilities i spose.

my fear is more concentrated to being in a car on a bridge. because im scared of being in a car underwater.

odd, yet i find it completely rational.

the greatest gift, the greatest act of love that i have experienced would have to be for my 21st birthday. my love at the time surprised me by leading me out to our cars in the morning.

upon opening the door of my escort, whom i called Lloyd (r.i.p. buddy) i see on the drivers side a life hammer in its holster.

in addition to that, he had positioned one on the inner passenger side of his car, so that when i was in his car i still felt safe. THAT is love. i wish i had thought of that myself :]

http://www.lifehammer.com/

The Original Life Hammer®

anyhow.

i faced my fears. not by choice exactly.

i have driven over plenty of bridges in my day, or have ridden over them (which is scarier because im not in control).

but in the past 2 weeks i have gotten stuck on them twice.

over the water.

in my car.

once was a traffic jam.

the other...the drawbridge went up. and holy heck that was terrifying.

it didnt make my fear go away by any means, it is very much still in tact.

but it makes me realize fear itself wont kill you.

and its okay to be scared of something.

inspirational? hardly.

just an experience.

however, my fear is no match for what was waiting on the other end of it.

i would gladly cross any bridge if there was love on the other side.

do what you can with what you have.

i cant reiterate enough how we should spend our lives doing what we can with what we have.

who is to say this life is for living just to benefit ourselves. its far more fulfilling to help others.

this thought is on my mind today as i venture out for a meaningful scar.

i will show you later :]

how can i help others?

how can we love each other more?

how can we all be happy?

man on the corner

Man On The Corner.

There are two houses on the corner of a street closes to my house.

One is a halfway house. The police watch it damn near 24/7 and i dont believe many of them are even allowed to leave.

the other is a big brick house, with ivy growing up the walls; the green arms reaching and grasping to anything to keep it crawling higher.

outside one of these houses, the residents sit on the porch, some talking to themselves, some smoking their independently rolled cigarettes.

across the road in front of the brick house, an older man in his fifties stands outside with a cowboy hat on, holding a boombox from the 1990s, the early 1990s. Sometimes he carries a bible. sometimes he stands with his hands folded.

it occured to me the other day as i passed Cowboy on the way to work, "what if this man is God?" a lone ranger on the corner, watching over people as they pass. i wonder 'should i capitalize the H in him? should i stop and ask him questions?' Should i ask him if i am leading my life correctly? am i pleasing Him? This man could very well just be crazy.

but what if?

What if at the end of it all He asks me "i was there. You passed me many times a week. and you NEVER stopped to say hi."

Then i wonder...

what if he is the convict sitting on the porch of the house across the street?

What if i stopped in front of the stop sign 20 feet from the hous eevery day, and locked my doors...only to lock my doors from him?

what if i kept looking forwarded and avoided him.

what if i have been doing it all wrong because i am a judgemental fool?

the what ifs will drive you crazy.

freshness factor five thousand

http://freshnessfactorfivethousand.blogspot.com

i posted this comment to one of the posts.

in almost everything i have read on FFF blog, it brings to mind this:

"It always makes me proud to love the world somehow- hate's so easy compared."

— Jack Kerouac (Big Sur)

this is no exception.

minds like yours and mine and all the beautiful people who read this blog for what it really is, understand and show this love. what a powerful thing.

it will make a difference j.

you are doing such a thing.

(and so are we all, if we do something other than nothing.)

: ]

allergic reaction

to raw food diet.

thats a lie.

its to the fruits im eating.

regardless, im prescribed a non raw diet.

which is good because i was getting food restless anyways.

im still eating healthy...likely more than i should but whatev.

i love this life.

its awful good to me.

how are you feeling today?