from August 2014

Song Bird Songs


Julie looked at the shattered pieces of crystal in her hand. It once had been a bird; wings spread soaring the heavens. Now it lay in jagged shards, like the remnants of their love, too beautiful and fragile a thing to survive the impacts of life. Her fingers closed tightly around the pieces, as if trying to weld it together, but they merely cut into her fingers.
It had been a wedding gift, on a day of sunshine and light, of soaring updrafts and smiles. Now black clouds loomed ever closer. Wings that had lifted her heart were crushed never to find the sun.
How had it ended? The forces of earth exerted pressures the fragile thing had been unable to bare. It had no flexibility, she understood that now. Unable to bend, to forgive his flirtation, she had exploded in a torrent of unforgivable words that shattered the beauty…

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Only Human.


from July 2014

Song Bird Songs


To be human means of necessity flawed, not perfect. It would be nice if we were demi-gods of some sort with divine wisdom and strength of character, supermen or women,but early on, as childhood banter ceases, we realize perfection eludes us. We either lower the bar or live a life of frustration.
Some transfer their ideas of perfection to others, their partner, government, doctors, evangelists… then, when some awful truth comes to light, abandon them, leaving behind a trail of broken families, law suits and lost faith. Should we then abandon our ideals, cheat, lie, steal and live for “number one”? That road leads to anarchy, hate and destruction.
My philosophy tends to be, aim high but try not to get all bent out of shape if I fail – I’m human right? Of course this is a philosophy which is often flawed by my failure to implement it.

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Viewing perfection.



God help us to focus on those.

I had a very imperfect moment today (getting “blasted” by someone who really wasn’t open to explanation and totally had her facts wrong).

So take a deep breath let it pass, remind myself it’s their loss not mine and focus on all the good folks in my life who trust and believe in me and due to who’s sample of considerate and well mannered behavior this affront stands out so clearly.

My life is not perfect but I sure think I have it good,  why let someone spoil my day. Instead let me embrace that next perfect moment ahead and dwell on the good.