Time's A Wastin'

Drastic Measures, people. Drastic Measures are what makes life tremendous and great.

An excerpt from a book that has stayed with me through the years:

"The broken are not always gathered together, of course, and not all mysteries of the flesh are solved. We speak of "senseless tragedies," but really: Is there any other kind? Mothers and wives disappear without a trace. Children are killed. Madmen ravage the world, leaving wounds immeasurably deep, and endlessly mourned. Loved ones whose presence once filled us move into the distance; our eyes follow them as long as possible as they recede from view. Maybe we chase them-clumsily, across railroad tracks and trafficked streets; over roads new-printed with their footsteps, the dust still whirling in the wake of them; through impossibly big cities peopled with strangers whose faces and bodies carry fragments of their faces and bodies, whose laughter, steadiness, pluck, stubborness reminds us of the beloved we seek. Maybe we stay put, left behind, and look for them in our dreams. But we never stop looking, not even after those we love become part of the unreachable horizon. We can never stop carrying the heavy weight of love on this pilgrimage; we can only transfigure what we carry. We can only shatter it and send it whirling into the world so that it can take shape in some new way."

My message to you, on this eve, Oatmeal Rubbers: clean your house, inside and out.
Do yoga.
Be ok with getting angry.
Tell the truth, even if the person you are telling leaves your reachable horizon.
Do things that take courage...and fear not what tomorrow brings, because it might never come.

My love to Alex, who I can't breathe without.
My love to Mimi, who stumbled after me, clumsily, to my destination. At least she is here to save my life every now and then.

My love to my wonderful sister and brother, Emily and Carlos. Please stumble closer...