Monthly Archives for March 2016

To the young boy who thought it was just a joke

May we all come to see all life as valuable. ALL LIFE. Whether of different gender or color or creed or culture or two legs or four legs or no legs. ALL. LIFE. IS. VALUABLE. and worth cherishing and nurturing and celebrating. All of it.

Violence in your thoughts leads to violence in your mind leads to violence in your words leads to violence in your actions leads to encouraging others to follow the same ways of violence. Even if you are not raising your fists against another, thinking and speaking towards them with violence is still acting with the same intent as if you were. You have the choice and the ability to bring what you want into this word and your actions and your thoughts matter. They matter very much and they do make a big difference.
Please stop the violence.
Please stop the violence.
Please stop the violence.

Barcelona in Berlin 

you’re walking home down the cold dark street and as you pass the place on the corner you hear the rapid arpeggios being skillfully drawn from the guitar and stop mesmerized by the skill of the musician and the passionate voice of the chords, and the bar man sees you through the window and beckons at you with a chiding grin on his face to enter and be greeted inside with warm candlelight and more open smiles and the long silky ears of a big sweet basset hound and exuberant Barcelona “tttthhhhssss” sliding through the air and the Spanish ladies that confidently take the floor with sultry eyes and languid hands and encourage you out to join them in smooth hips rolls and graceful flourishes and joyful appreciation of tempestuous music and then names are shared and compliments and teasing woven through talk of San Francisco and Barcelona and Berlin and change and age and your bed calls again again and you leave promising to return tomorrow, and you will, because there’s magic in the night here and it blossoms with glowing delight in cozy little pockets just waiting for you and to be there.