Nor'easter

The forecast was delivered yesterday morning.  “Depending on how close the Nor’easter gets to the coast, and when it develops”, the meteorologist said “,”will determine if we are in a band of 4 to 8 inches or a band of 8 to 12 inches of snow”.  We remained glued to this or that weather channel wondering how loud the band would be.  Well, a band did arrive.  Turned out to be an acoustic performance, unplugged.

Sunday Breakfast

Something triggered a memory I had of a wonderful afternoon my family and I spent at Longwood Gardens.  I lost myself in thought as I recollected the smiles and laughs we shared as we strolled through the beautiful landscape.  I find it nourishing and immensely gratifying to reflect on experiences like these and they inspire me to plan for future adventures.  Thinking about the past and planning for the future take up a pretty good chunk of my mental landscape.  Lately, I've begun to wonder if, maybe, a little too much.  After all, you can only spend so much time going through old photo albums before you realize you have another one to fill with brand new experiences.  Caught between memories of the past and plans for the future, here I am in the present, right here, right now.  It's ironic, being caught here, in the present, I have the freedom to shut down the laptop and join my family for that incredibly, deliciously smelling breakfast Linda just made for us....Somebody take a picture.

Haiku Friday

If the following haiku resonates with you, TGIF!

I sit at my desk

Staring blankly through my screen

Dark, deep, empty holes

Self Help

I heard the following story on the way to work.

A man was in a bookstore when he approached the information desk with a question. "Can you tell me where the self help section is?" he asked. "I'm sorry" the clerk responded, "that would defeat the purpose now, wouldn't it?".

Old Trees

Those trees, the old ones, the seasons and storms they endure. Yet, with all their cragginess and broken branches, the exploitation and scars, they stand tall through it all. Being alive, albeit weathered, they still flower and produce fruits.