a little peace

Somewhere between the Cedars and the Oak trees...

Somewhere between nowhere and goodbye...

but I guess that's just wishful thinking.

bust out...

one day I will...

time...

on a recent bicycle ride with a friend, in conversation he said...

"...time cures all."

it seemed to pause the words between us for a little while, as I continued to ponder about this comment.

we rode on, and the comment soon slipped out the back of my mind and onto the path behind me...

...later that night, I happened to be watching a documentary about aged care, and in-particular the care of those who suffered dementia.

as I watched the program, a comment from earlier in the day popped back into my mind, "time cures all."

how wrong this comment is.

time may have to power to cure some things, to make things grow, or die, to make things come closer together, or to push these things apart, yet it doesn't possess the power to cure all.

how I wish that old age might show me a different side of the world, not a sad side though.

how I wish that as those days pass me by, that they don't 'cure' me, but that they don't destroy me either...

yeah...

"hi."

"hi."

"err, I don't do this often, but can I just point out that you're amazingly beautiful?"

"ha, umm, thanks?"

"sorry to bother you. bye."

A mans own conscious is the key to his life pursuits...

a picnic...

colouring flowers

buttering sandwiches

blooming blossoms

laying blanket

warming breeze

stealing mum's picnic basket

cueing bird songs

fluffing clouds

painting sky

growing grass

applying sunscreen

floating kites

straightening hats

picking blackberries

sprinkling dew

the dreams...

we are the music makers,

we are the dreamers of dreams....

to nothing

when you see someone you truly love, admire and respect reduced to a wheelchair by a silent disease, it hits hard. Especially when the person you knew was so high on life. They didn't want to retire at 60 or even 64 for that matter, they didn't want to stay at home either, they had made plans to keep living to the very full. But no more. The disease is not because time and bodily misuse has caught up with him, but because the debilitating infection has sought him out and scars his life. There is no cure, no surgery can make any difference.

It's hard to describe. But, I guess it's like losing a long loved dog to a slow cancer or to old age. The dog that you played with every day, the dog that would go nuts whenever you put your runners on and went for the leash. That dog was happy, but can only now manage to lay in front of the fireplace, exhausted. Only thing is, we're dealing with someone even more special.

hours on end...

If there was a name/job for sitting in an airport, listening to gazey dazey acousticy musique, I would do it.

I could sit for hours on end, days on end, simply watching it all go by. I'd buy a nice set of headphones, something that blocks it all out, and I'd listen to Angus & Julia Stone, and DC4C, and Jose Gonzalez, and Lior, and Norah Jones, and Jamie Cullum, and Dave Brubeck, and Dido, and C.W. Stoneking, and Air, and John Mayer, and Morcheeba, and My Friend the Chocolate Cake, and Tommy Emmanuel, and Something for Kate, and..... ok so you get the point, I'd buy a lot of good books, crime, mystery, action, and of course I'd have to buy a big flask to put of the good stuff (coffee for those uneducated few) and yeah that'd be sweet.

I need to make a plane gazing playlist...

ps. if you haven't heard of these artists, ask me for a demo disc :) They rock my socks, jocks, and plane gazing eyes, not to mention my unsatisfiable hunger for music.

you're just blind

your smile makes me smile,

your giggle makes me grin,

but you're just too blind to notice.