Posted on Jun 15th, 2008
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Meghan
By Jimmy LaFave...
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Go to sleep, you weary princess, let the miles roll you away
Out to this place on the prairie, where we've reached the end of day
You're going home, close your eyes, you're going home
Don't you worry, i'm right beside you, you can dream a peaceful dream
This road is long, but i don't worry, because you cause my heart to sing
Close your eyes, you're going home, close your eyes
You may wake up and find me, driving with a teardrop in my eye
It's from the happiness inside me, the reason why is you and i
Go to sleep, you precious angel, night has fallen, day is gone
Your brown eyes will sparkle in the sunrise, they will dance beside the dawn
Close your eyes, you're going home, close your eyes
You're going home, close your eyes, you're going home
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SeaYA!
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Posted on May 11th, 2008
by Meghan
By Floyd Skloot
Seven pairs of swans preen
this morning near the docks.
We walk down together
searching among the rocks
for a perfect feather
to commemorate the scene.
The swans float, one foot still
tucked underneath a wing,
the other held steady
as a rudder. They seem
both unconcerned and ready
for whatever the day will
bring them as they drift past.
Soon they are swept away
in pairs where the River
Corrib surges into Galway Bay--
from here just a sliver
of jagged slate-blue glass
but fierce enough to spin
them sideways toward the sea.
Paired still, they carry on
their slow ceremonies,
adjusting with utter calm
to the currents they move in,
content, it would appear,
to end up wherever
they find themselves as long
as they are together,
each feather where it belongs,
each mate with a clear
line of sight to the other.
We have come to the docks'
end emptyhanded. I turn
back, but she stops to watch,
holding me there as one
small feather drifts to shore.
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Posted on May 11th, 2008
by Meghan
By Floyd Skloot
For depth of breath young Sinatra
like a boxer ran five morning miles.
Solo on the high school track, thin
as the stripe on a lane, he was all
ears, all bone. He was all business.
The first laps were always for love
songs, nice and easy till he found
his rhythm, drawing the urban air
in deep. The moment he became
one with wind, he knew the way
a body held in check could move
exactly like a melody. It was simple
as swimming underwater. His stride
grew smooth, fingers to shoulders
to hips to toes, graceful as a smile
across low notes as the key shifted.
That was for the long lines of lyric
no one else could hold. In time he ran
for the uptempo tunes, let go a little
to get the torso involved and bring
his thin arms into play, his gait all glissando.
Step by step he swelled from the inside
out, making himself strong enough
for song. He ran past pain, timed by
the beat of his heart because song
was not about how fast but how long.
This was his Golden Age, Jersey City
in the early Thirties, his moment to make
dreams come true. Music was in the air.
He knew he could go on like that forever
because his dream began with breath.
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Posted on Apr 6th, 2008
by Meghan
Life has a way of gently nudging you back to reality...sometimes well, not so gently if you're not paying enough attention to it's more subtle signs...That was me this weekend, receiving a "not so gentle" reminder to pay attention to where I'm going instead of keeping my head in the clouds. "Oooh, look, a butterfly" ...trip, skid, topple, slide...aaaoooouuuucchhhh! Stop, dust settles, check to see if I've broken anything. Nope, but I feel stinging...everywhere! I'm covered in dust and gravel from the Town Lake trail and I must have been going at a pretty good clip, because I was sliding for what seemed like an eternity. It's amazing how when something like this happens, time slows to an almost standstill...it's because the focus is SO clear...in THIS MOMENT ONLY, that in that moment, time doesn't exist. I've noticed this over the course of particular events...and like some baseball player sliding into home, this nano-second lasted an eternity. But when the dust settled, and time resumed, I checked for blood, broken bones and dusted myself off and resumed my run. I was only 3/4 mile into my 3 miles, so I still had a way to go...and this fall, this jolt back to reality gave me something to contemplate on the remaining path...It's interesting how sometimes I get so caught up in the abstract to the exclusion of paying attention to my current path. I'm finding that in my life now and perhaps that's why the little wake up call. "Pay Attention" "Watch where you're going" Of course, I have to say, I'm grateful for this little scrape...as the "nudge" life gave me could have been much more severe. I'm very fortunate in my health, my life in general and am very grateful that the worst thing in my life right now is something a little bandage and my kickass immune system can fix. And I heed the nudge...and thank my life for the awareness.
I debated adding this snap, but find the blood fascinating and wanted to remember this event. Evidence of LIFE, fragile, pure, miraculous as it streams down like tears, like water...LIFE...this instance, presenting it's underbelly, then within days, the wound will heal, and a rebirth of skin will take it's place. This wound, this scar will forever be an experience unique to me, and fleeting. What a cool concept!
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Posted on Apr 4th, 2008
by Meghan
It's a quiet morning at the office, 'cept for the birds and the wind rustling through the trees, and I have to say, I'm kinda grateful for the quiet after the last week. Crazy week! Crazy busy! But somehow we got it all done and now as I look around at the aftermath - like a tornado, I have to smile and remind myself of how typical we are for a small business ---and we're still alive and kickin' so there are no complaints, really, worth any merit!
Another realization this week is that we have now officially moved from "starve-up" to growth phase of our business. Yeah, we still live hand to mouth and cash flow continues to be the real challenge (again, very typical), but I see the majority of our challenges change now - we've traded in our old woes and worries for newer ones. Things like processes, communications, forecasts, and dare I say it...meetings! Yikes! Yeah, I'll have to dust off all my managment/leadership/teamwork training and plan this next phase of our growth.
I love what I do, and this business has my heart and soul entwined in it...and quite literally, my blood, sweat and tears...but I know...truly know that this next phase will be the hardest for me personally ---and my greatest fear is that it will ask me to make a choice that I'm not sure how to make. I read recently, that when asked to choose between two things, a child of nine said, "I choose both" ---when confronted that that is not the choice presented, he replied, "Why Not? You've obviously forgotten the meaning of the word." So yes. My choice? Both, naturally. Why Not? Whose rules are they anyway? I choose both. :)
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Posted on Feb 25th, 2008
by Meghan
It's a quiet morning...but the sun, she is smiling down on the office futon and the birds outside are starting their day. It's a great day to be alive, to be healthy, to BE.
I'm back in the office ---living the life of a nomad and realizing my life is rather "fringe" compared to most of the folks I know. I spent the weekend with my sister and her family before heading back to Austin. I simply had to laugh out loud Saturday morning, at the absurdity of my life compared to my sisters. My sister: married, two kids, house in a cul-de-sac in a neighborhood where all the houses blend and neatly kept yards with all the neighborhood kids playing after school in a very very safe neighborhood. I opened the door to the sunny morning street scene to see two of her next door neighbors mowing and sweeping their meticulous yards and sidewalks. I literally felt like I was in Pleasantville or stepped into the set of the Truman show. I so SO SO don't fit into that scene...though I love visiting my sister and spending time with my nieces, I know it's a life path that I will not follow. I'll eventually settle down again, but right now, this is where my path leads me and I've never been a "little pink house with a picket fence" type anyway. My tapestry isn't woven for that and it did take me years to figure that out and sometimes I still wonder if it's merely a choice. I would presume that it is always a choice ...or at least I used to think so until I read about Benjamin Libet's discovery that the neurons in our brain actually begin reacting BEFORE our mind engages...so the whole "free will" concept is now called into question.
Next week I head to Seattle for a few days...and the next month will be spent mostly on the road, in the air and with customers of varying kind. I do enjoy that, but life right now is a whirlwind and I do feel the need to have some quiet time. I think that's why I enjoy the office at this point ---I have a couple of hours of sheer solitude until the folks start meandering in and the phones begin to ring and chaos that is the day begins. Running in the morning used to give me that...and when I actually LIVED in my house, I had my morning time with the backyard wildlife. I do miss that. I simply need to find a routine amidst the chaos. Maybe a morning meditation would help, though when I'm in San Diego, I begin work as soon as I get up, so I end up working even more. Not really a healthy way to live.
In chaos, there is order...I only need to look at things from a different perspective to see what pattern I've created and find peace in that.
Well, the phones have begun...so much for solitude for this day...
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