Friday, June 25, 2010


It's the nature of the human heart, the human soul, to want to hold on to that which it has known. It doesn't want to let go because there is pently of room. The more it cares, the more there is the capacity to care for.

When do we know when it is time to Let Go? To Move On?

Should I wait... more minute? more hour? more day?

At some point we are really only fooling the person within.

And because the heart can continue to expand, it's not as if we have to Let Go forever. We can hold onto the string of the balloon while it flies high above our head and get glimpses at it plays among the clouds.

That doesn't answer the original question though, does it? When it is time to Let Go or Move On? How do we know? I guess that place, that fork in the road, is different for every person, every situation.

I wish I knew how to draw a better map.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

You Compared What to What?!?

So I'm listening to the radio on the way into work. Yes, I am one of those geeks that still listens to the radio and does not use my iPod nor have I invested in satellite radio. So for the 3 of you that still know what I am talking about, here goes:

The little radio hostess comes on and starts a spiel about the BP oil spill and all the harm it has done and how we have all this technology of placing men on the moon and yet we cannot stop this leak. In my mind I am sure she is about to plug a charity or conservation group trying to help the wildlife that has been devastated by this. I can respect that. The poor animals are truly innocent in all this.

But wait -- oh no she didn't. Yes, she did. She compared finding the right weigh loss pill to the BP oil spill. One is obviously minor, trivial and vain the other is, well, it's devastating.

I will not name that pill here or the radio station as that is giving them too much credit and too much advertisement. I guess that little radio hostess isn't so little after all if she needs a weight loss pill.

Monday, June 7, 2010

Dear Ian

Dear Ian,

You are still obsessed with blueberries. You do not like it when the bowl is empty. I must say that lots of blueberries make for an interesting diaper. Bunny grahams and cereal bars are other favorites. You don't really like meat but will eat bread and fruit all day long.

You can say "school" and "shoe", or at least mostly say them. I know what you mean and so does your daddy. The ladies at school tell me that you can say "outside" but you have yet to repeat that one for me. "Clack-clack" is code for diaper changes and/or when you are going to the bathroom. I think that you are beginning that association.

You still don't like shoes. You have started to stay up later at night, but still get up at the same time in the morning. Mommy doesn't like that.

You know where your belly button is (that's a great game we with play with you) and you know where your nose is. You are hit or miss on eyes, ears and mouth, but you get them mostly right.

You still only have 3 teeth. 2 bottom and one fang on the top. You are starting to give kisses that aren't just bites though not always.

You slipped into helpless giggles last night when I said "whoa" after you pooted on my hand as you were trying to get out of the bathtub. Then all I had to do was say "whoa" and you would dissolve into giggles.

You love to be outside and play. You are wanting to walk more than be carried when we are out and about so we end up chasing you around, which is a wonderful game to you.

You love to open and close to the cabinets in the kitchens and bathrooms so we have had to rearrange some things and keep you from getting into them. You also like to help us close the refrigerator door and turn off the lights.

You even, sometimes, walk yourself into your room when we ask you if it is time for night-night and you are ready to sleep.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010


Why is it easier to relax for the gynecologist than for the dentist?