A moment of each day

Thud, thud, the thudding sound 

of a luggage sliding Inside the car’s  trunk, 

a car driving fast the curves

that’s how my head spins

when I clean the sink of unfulfilled writing promises

I will try again

a new concept of a New Year

to tell a moment of each day

a gathered thought, an instant click of a camera 

not a memorized notion of what a day should be,

maybe a spark of enchantment.

Will it make the day meaningful?

Or trivial?

But questions do not meant to be answered

only understood.

I will begin today.

Note: Like a mantra I walk to the river today. The day is spring-like low 60’s, blue sky, flowers and acacia trees are blooming.

The photos from my mobile phone capture the moment. 

Yesterday Mrs. Abstract and I spent the New Year with our friends. We dined on Tuscan Bread Soup, lobster tails, French baguette and bubbly.we watched the movie, The Hundred-Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out a Window and Disappeared.The movie was funny and with ridiculous sequences of events that ended well. 

I wish always to reach the age of 100 just to experience what it feels like to be a hundred. With my cancer, though on remission, and my 4-coronary-artery heart bypass my chances of reaching 100 is slim. My goal every day is to remain healthy.

I’m reading coincidentally a book, The Hemlock Cup, Socrates, Athens and the Search for a Good Life.

I just finished reading an essay, A Meditation in a Toolshed, by C.S. Lewis. He explains that “One must look both along and at everything,” to know the truth.

plus one

January fourth
one tree with three birds plus one
my New Year walk to the river
the mist came and left, the sun warmed the meadow
we thought we will perform spoken word poetry
instead my friend and I danced intuitive dance of foolishness
another friend arrived, brought one French expression of relaxation:
a baguette, cheese , fruits and wine and a blanket

you were invited but you were faraway.

HAPPY NEW YEAR.

To begin again

One truck arrives, one truck leaves
hauling and dumping dirt soil and uprooted trees
catalogue of losses: shades and shelters.

What is real?
What is illusion?
Sharpen the pencil, begin writing
you don’t need a giant wave to rise.

HAPPY NEW YEAR

Scheherazade:
life is a celebration
each precious moment

something else

a new day

make the first step

the world is big or small

not according to your eyes

or word.

a new friend

A new year, new paths. Reality and beyond. Life is a trail taken and not taken, opportunities and regrets, self-discovery, nature and nurture and more.  Life is a mystery.

I’ll be studying philosophy (Introduction to), an eCourse, for 7 weeks starting January 28.

I have a new friend, a big stuffed monkey which I called Costa Rica, that I got from the white elephant on Christmas Eve. Costa Rica keeps me warm. Sort of Calvin and Hobbes.

(photo: Costa Rica in front of our Christmas tree)