And maybe next time I will find Love in Maui! What a beautiful island... The time I spent here was stunning and memorable.
Thursday, June 04, 2009
Loving Maui
And maybe next time I will find Love in Maui! What a beautiful island... The time I spent here was stunning and memorable.
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
Evening walk
I have made a commitment to myself... again. And as I've said before "this time is different.
My life is short, no matter how long I am lucky enough to have. So I must be better. I must do better in all things. Caring for my body, my spirit, my mind... my family and friends... It can and will be done.
In pursuit of this goal, I came home this evening and rather than, parking my ass on the couch to watch the days talk shows and decompress from a strange/difficult/hectic work day; I put on my running clothes and hit the pavement. It was a beautiful evening, clear and brisk...
As I ran, and sometimes walked through the tourists gathered at the harbor, I prayed. Being grateful for living in this magnificent city.. For my health and the opportunity to earn a living. I prayed for those innocent people who lost their lives on the Air France 447 flight. I though of the horror they must have felt in those moments before impact and I sent up my prayer.
All along the way, I ran past several homeless people making their beds for the night. And I was grateful for my amazing condo. One of them was talking to a friend..or maybe it was just a passerby. He said "I had a boxing career, I had a singing career, And I want someone to write about that. I was good, probably still am. But if I die today, they won't write nothing about that. They won't write nothing about what did that was good while I was here".
Though I don't know his name, and he will never see this post. I wanted to write down what I heard from him. So that something about what he did while he was here, is documented.
My life is short, no matter how long I am lucky enough to have. So I must be better. I must do better in all things. Caring for my body, my spirit, my mind... my family and friends... It can and will be done.
In pursuit of this goal, I came home this evening and rather than, parking my ass on the couch to watch the days talk shows and decompress from a strange/difficult/hectic work day; I put on my running clothes and hit the pavement. It was a beautiful evening, clear and brisk...
As I ran, and sometimes walked through the tourists gathered at the harbor, I prayed. Being grateful for living in this magnificent city.. For my health and the opportunity to earn a living. I prayed for those innocent people who lost their lives on the Air France 447 flight. I though of the horror they must have felt in those moments before impact and I sent up my prayer.
All along the way, I ran past several homeless people making their beds for the night. And I was grateful for my amazing condo. One of them was talking to a friend..or maybe it was just a passerby. He said "I had a boxing career, I had a singing career, And I want someone to write about that. I was good, probably still am. But if I die today, they won't write nothing about that. They won't write nothing about what did that was good while I was here".
Though I don't know his name, and he will never see this post. I wanted to write down what I heard from him. So that something about what he did while he was here, is documented.
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