Sunday, June 28, 2009

point of view

Point of view.
We look at one another from a spot, from a place, from an emotional plateau. From a lot of different points of view.
Changing my point of view means looking at any situation from a different spot. I once heard someone tell me that it was important to remember, when standing in front of a group, that every person will see the scene differently. No matter what. I balked. We are sitting together? Don't we see the same thing?
My angle is better.
Yeah, I got that now.
My angle is better than ever these days.
I see things through my own eyes, my own ears, my own heart.
God, I missed my heart.
I hope you missed yours.
I hope you found yours, and that you put it to good use.
No. You're not a bad person. You're a terrific person. You're my favorite person ...

Thursday, June 25, 2009

That's all you had to say

Heartache isn't all bad.
Jim Valvano was a leader of young men who chose basketball as his venue. His players knew he loved them. The members of his family, blood and basketball, knew he loved them. And when cancer shook his body and riddled him with tumors, that love spilled out to all of us.
In an ESPN moment played over and over on any number of small screens, he made an impassioned plea for all of us to make up our minds to take up his mantra.
He said, "When people say to me how do you get through life or each day, it's the same thing. To me, there are three things we all should do every day. We should do this every day of our lives. Number one is laugh. You should laugh every day. Number two is think. You should spend some time in thought. Number three is, you should have your emotions moved to tears, could be happiness or joy. But think about it. If you laugh, you think, and you cry, that's a full day. That's a heck of a day. You do that seven days a week, you're going to have something special."
Laugh. Think. Cry.
Jimmy V. That's all you had to say.

New At This

Oxygen gone.
Who took the air out of the room, my sails, this place?
There used to be lots to breathe - salty air, stale air, open air, potato chip bag air.
Now, nothing.
Perhaps we can figure this out together.
Why this taken-for-granted, off-the-cuff idea that there will always be normal breathing, normal intake and outgo, is not so certain any longer.
Want to play a game?