Archive for June 2005

2 piece set.

June 18, 2005

“You make the simplest of things so beautiful.”

Or so people tell me. The truth is, most of the time the simplest things are the most beautiful. For example today one of the stickers at work that I swept up said ‘2 piece set’. Now my immediate thought was that if I had a girlfriend I could put one sticker on her, and one on me. Just an example of a simple thing, that becomes beautiful. Sunrises are also simple. Yet wonderfully beautiful. Waterfalls, laughter, a childrens toy, words, a thought, dreams, and a hundred other things. Most of the time its because of how much something can mean to a person. What it can make them think about. What it can make them feel.

In truth really, its not the simple things so much as our feeling, interpretation, imagination, and understanding which are the truely beautiful things.

“Your the best” – Said the little boy who always comes into my work. He comes in with his family and aunts and stuff. For reasons I cant remember everytime he sees me he rushes across the store and hugs me and says Look! its my friend! Hello friend Richard! and then tells me about a toy, or school, or some event that has happened to him recently. Today when he was leaving he pointed at me and ran over and said “Your the best!” Then ran back to his aunt and left.


Soul and Heart

June 15, 2005

I love the sky.

The endless blue and clouds, or the stars and moon. The way the sun changes the colours of the clouds. It is so beautiful. I love the rain. When it comes teeming down and drenches you and you throw your arms wide and run along just for the sake of running. Feeling water caress your face or hug your soul. I love the waves, and watching the lakes sparkle. Watching rivers flow and make soft comforting noises. I love the trees. The way they weave and flow, the way they shake and change colours. I love the feeling of touching their bark and knowing a tree is alive, and feeling a sense of comfort. Life. I love the way the breeze can carry smells, how it can touch you. I love the feeling of the sun on my face. The feeling of warmth. The feeling of it shining on me. Lighting me, so that the whole world can see me. I love seeing the moon bright and full. Giving the world a different colour. Giving things more meanings. I love learning. I love watching people learn. Learning to walk. Learning to talk. Learning to understand something. Learning to be. I love smiles. I love seeing a lifetimes worth of happyness in every single smile. I love that when someone smiles I feel better. I love that just thinking of smiles makes my heart soar and my cheeks sore. Because I am smiling too. I love that we can have dreams. I love that we can have goals. I love that we can always achieve them. I love that we can spend forever to achieve them if we have to. I love that the happiest moments exist. I love that the most painful moments exist. I love that I am alive. I love that you are alive. I love that there is life all over, everywhere, breathing, laughing, touching, crying, holding, flying, changing, learning, being. I love the sky because it is endless. I love it because it truely does contain forever.

I love the sky.

Someday, I would like to see the ocean too. To see it continue endlessly and the sky above it. To see forever. To remember it forever. Endlessly Forever.


June 7, 2005


A simple word that can mean so many different things. Everyone wants to find home. When your little its that word for a place where you sleep and eat with your family. Where you used to get tucked in when you went to sleep, or the neighborhood where you learned to ride your bike.

Eventually you move from house to house, and you begin to lose a sense of a specific place as being ‘home’. It becomes a place where your family is, or where you feel some comfort.

Of course this too will eventually change as you move out and get older. It is no longer where your family is, it becomes something else. I think alot of people spend a long time searching for that. Their home.

I think eventually everyone finds it impossible to be at home, at any specific place. I think that everyone eventually finds that their home. That place where they can feel comfortable, safe, loved and warm is in their hearts. Your home is a place where you have everything you need. Where you can find all the things you need. All the things you love. What better place to find home then within your own heart, or in the heart of someone you care deeply for? You are home when your child comes running into your arms and you hug them close. You are home when the girl you love kisses you softly. You are home when a friend laughs. Home when a stranger smiles in a kind way. In this way we can decide what is in our homes. We can make them filled with only the kind and wonderful things we want them to have.

Heart and home. Home and heart.