Date Nite!!

Ok guys and gals, it is date night again for the grown-ups. My baby and I are meeting up with some friends for drinks, then heading to the theatre to watch "Dinner For Schmucks"  Hopefully, I will refrain from getting too toasted and can manage to write a review tonight.  
Ok, I know, you are thinking to yourself, "I will not hold my breath."   Alright smarty-pants, I will at least have one ready and posted tomorrow morning!

Just remember!  Peace!

Conflicts

I love writing...but sometimes life gets in the way.  Don't get me wrong, I love my life and everyone in it.  But at the same time, there are so many ideas running wild in my head and no time to get them all on paper.  I need to finish a short story by tomorrow and am two days behind on articles but work, kid schedules and housework keep throwing up detour signs in front of me.
Oh but I am so very blessed to be busy.  My partner and I sometimes stop to reflect on what we would do if things came to a full stop.  We would probably just wither up and die.  So, I suppose I should just count all my blessings and tell all those thoughts and stories in my head to calm down, "I will get to you tomorrow!" 
Just like those darn lesions in my brain- go back to sleep!

Peace--

More Ghost...

My illness was too much for you, well no I guess I should say my illness was what brought you down. There I go again, taking the blame as I always do.
You hurt all of us in the effort to torture yourself.  Those multiple episodes of self flagellation effected more than your phyiscal body.  Maybe it is easier to ask "which came first, the chicken or the egg?" Maybe if you had been stronger?
It doesn't matter anymore....there is no one left to blame but me.  You are gone.  But even so , I torment myself daily to get rid of your ghost.  Maybe I am no different eh? 
After all......I am the spitting image.

Ghosts....

Many times when sitting alone in my home reading or at my computer writing,
I am overwhelmed with the sudden smell of cigarette smoke.

The smell is faint but at the same time suffocating.
My memory is stirred and I recall Him, blowing smoke rings to entertain me,
late at night when neither of us could sleep.

Nirvana

Nirvana....The unconditioned mind (asankhata), a mind that has come to a point of perfect lucidity.


I love listening to Nirvana’s music (for a few moments at a time) but I long for THIS kind of Nirvana. A soul in true Nirvana is at peace with the world, has compassion for all and gives up obsessions and fixations. For so many years, my goal has been to reach this state of being and I work at it daily. It is a difficult task and even though I feel that I am close, set backs occur from time to time.

I long for a time when ALL humans can learn to attain a sense of Nirvana. Even though I am very willing, this sense of being takes all of us. We are from different places, different cultures and backgrounds but we all have one thing in common -we are simply human beings with basic needs. If I see a fellow human being in need, I would give to him anything I could spare regardless of his skin color or his status in the community.

I refuse to judge a fellow human being for choices he/she makes for their own life and I am amazed at the number of us that do this daily. We need to all get our own houses in order before judging others please.

Peace and love to all my friends.....