Secret of Flying

"All it requires is simply the ability to throw yourself forward with all your weight, and the willingness not to mind that it is going to hurt...if you fail to miss the ground. Most people fail to miss the ground, and if they are really trying properly, the likelyhood is that they will fail to miss it fairly hard."
~Douglas Adams

Cali and Friends

Heather, Holly, and me in Napa

Heather's view

Birthday #33Napa

Once Broken

Once Broken, Always

A hundred pieces lay at her feet
Jagged edges, some smooth
We all have edges she thought.

Wishing,
Because she always wished
That she had the time to fit the pieces back together

Knowing,
Once broken, never the same,
Not plates, not vases, not people.

Why do places have different personalities?

Have you ever thought about that before? Some places feel sad and forgotten like an old town. Some places feel like they have a secret. Others feel unfamiliar and cold. And some just feel like home. People have those traits too don't you think? Some people have an anxious vibe, like they are busy trying to get somewhere, but they never "get" there. Others feel like a cold winter day...gray. And some people just feel like home...safe. Who doesn't love that feeling, like you can just "be" and that it is okay.

A poem for Hey

Mole
By Zack Strait

(for Heeather)


You burrowed into my chest
and it tickled my ribs.

I've never been thin,
So I'm sure you stayed warm in there.

You'd look out at me all the time
with your beady little eyes.

Your home, which once offered a soft glow,
became a gaping wound
when you left.

It was then that I realized
you'd feasted on my soiled heart,
it was a freaking ten course meal.
All you left me were the scraps.