Groundhog Day was just a few days ago, and yet this morning, right now at this moment, or in just a moment, we decide if it’s going to be the same old same old?Is it gonna be just another day, another block on our calendar with a number in it; and even if it’s blank, what we choose to fill up with or will we just wait aimlessly for it to be filled for us?
Maybe the whole point of the movie Groundhog Day and even in 2017 the musical is just this: BE BETTER!
You want to change? You want not just the same old same old to be the same old same old? BE BETTER! Just today; Just a little more than yesterday. . . or not.
Either way, we’ll all know in JUST A MOMENT. . .
Because after it’s all said and done, there’s still so much more to be said and done. There’s absolutely no PERIOD at the end of your sentence.
So CARRY ON. . .CONTINUE ON. . .Create your own version of a BE BETTER Groundhog Day and rinse and repeat every day
PERFECTLY Imperfect
Well. . .are you
P E R F E C T L Y
I M P E R F E C T
It’s amazing how we spend
a lifetime
trying to get
I T
r i g h t
only to find out
almost too late
(if at all)
that the only thing we are truly
PERFECT
is our
i m p e r f e c t e d n e s s
and the real
killer
is that knowing that
we never stop trying to
prove that
universal truth
WRONG
Pssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssst:
We Never do
We NEVER will. . .
So what’s the solution. . . ?
Not just to play
LET’S MAKE A DEAL
but actually win it
when we’re faced with the
TWO DOORS
of
DOOR NUMBER ONE:
BE PERFECT & BE ADMIRED
DOOR NUMBRER TWO:
BE REAL & BE LOVED
GET KINTSUGI’D
Welcome your
b r o k e n e ss
with all of it’s
scars and
c r a c k s
and watch the light pour in
or better still
enhance
CELEBRATE IT
by filling them in with
G O L D
Pay Attention, Class:
Your Brokenness
makes you
WHOLE. . .
The Puzzle of you
isn’t a single piece
but a certain number of
uneven broken pieces
coming together
as one single
v i e w
CONGRATULATIONS:
You are Perfectly Imperfect
IT’S YOUR SUPERPOWER
(embrace it)
Video from KarmaTube
FIDDLE FART AROUND
I once told my wife I was going out to buy an envelope:
“Oh”, she said, “well, you’re not a poor man. You know, why don’t you go online and buy a hundred envelopes and put them in the closet?”
And so I pretended not to hear her. And went out to get an envelope because I have a hell of a good time in the process of buying one envelope.
I meet a lot of people. And see some great looking babies. And a fire engine goes by. And I give them the thumbs up. And I’ll ask a woman what kind of dog that is. And, and I don’t know. The moral of the story is – we’re here on Earth to fart around.
And, of course, the computers will do us out of that. And what the computer people don’t realise, or they don’t care, is we’re dancing animals. You know, we love to move around. And it’s like we’re not supposed to dance at all anymore.
Let’s all get up and move around a bit right now… or at least dance.
Kurt Vonnegut
FIDDLE FARTING AROUND
Don’t fiddle fart around
they all said
grandparents, parents, teachers, friends
because it’ll all lead to NOTHING
they all said
Now your words won’t come out
and your thoughts won’t go away
as you lay in a hospice bed
where other Fiddle Farters have died
Your memories rattle much louder
than your wheezing-can’t-take-in-any-more-air-lungs
knowing that fiddle farting around
was much more than a NOTHING
and a flavorable dash more of SOMETHING
that’ll have you dying wishing for a lot more of EVERYTHING
JUST A MOMENT: A PEACE OF CAKE
It’s kind of true, isn’t it?
Our life is overflowing with decisions. . .
decisions that we actually have to make
good or bad
for better for worse
for richer and poor
in sickness in and in health. . .
sounds like a vow, doesn’t it;
but it’s always much more than that. . .
These are decisions that in
just a moment
we make most of the time
u n c o n s c i o u s l y
Not because of who we want to be,
but because of actually who we are. . .
Who needs your forgiveness today?
Who needs your grace?
Who needs your sweet compassion and care and understanding?
Who needs you
regardless of conditions or limitations
or’s, until’s, but’s, or most of all
EXCEPTS. . .
Everyone deserves an actual
PEACE of your cake
But the question always remains:
Will They actually receive it. . . ?
Psssssssssssssssssssssssssssssst:
We literally know in
JUST A MOMENT
and even if we don’t recognize or notice it
we really do always know. . . .
CALVIN AND HOBBES IN AN UNCOMICAL WAY
S O M E T I M E S
when you see or hear something in a different way
YOU ACTUALLY
S E E
H E A R
things in a different way. . .
In the Final Moments of His Life, Calvin Has One Last Talk with Hobbes
12/6/2019
“Calvin? Calvin, sweetheart?”
In the darkness Calvin heard the sound of Susie, his wife of fifty-three years. Calvin struggled to open his eyes. God, he was so tired, and it took so much strength. Slowly, light replaced the darkness, and soon vision followed. At the foot of his bed stood his wife. Calvin wet his dry lips and spoke hoarsely, “Did… did you…. find him?”
“Yes dear,” Susie said smiling sadly, “He was in the attic. “
Susie reached into her big purse and brought out a soft, old, orange tiger doll. Calvin could not help but laugh. It had been so long. Too long.
“l washed him for you,” Susie said, her voice cracking a little as she laid the stuffed tiger next to her husband.
“Thank you, Susie.” Calvin said. A few moments passed as Calvin just laid on his hospital bed, his head turned to the side, staring at the old toy with nostalgia.
“Dear,” Calvin said finally. “Would you mind leaving me alone with Hobbes for a while? I would like to catch up with him.”
“All right,” Susie said. “I’ll get something to eat in the cafeteria. I’ll be back soon.” Susie kissed her husband on the forehead and turned to leave. With sudden but gentle strength Calvin stopped her. Lovingly he pulled his wife in and gave her a passionate kiss on the lips. “l love you,” he said.
“And I love you,” said Susie. Susie turned and left. Calvin saw tears streaming from her face as she went out the door.
Calvin then turned to face his oldest and dearest friend. “Hello Hobbes. It’s been a long time hasn’t it old pal?”
Hobbes was no longer a stuffed doll but the big furry old tiger Calvin had always remembered. “It sure has, Calvin.” said Hobbes. “You… haven’t changed a bit.” Calvin smiled.
“You’ve changed a lot.” Hobbes said sadly.
Calvin laughed, “Really? I haven’t noticed at all.” There was a long pause. The sound of a clock ticking away the seconds rang throughout the sterile hospital room.
“So… you married Susie Derkins.” Hobbes said, finally smiling. “l knew you always liked her.”
“Shut up!” Calvin said, his smile bigger than ever.
“Tell me everything I missed. I’d love to hear what you’ve been up to!” Hobbes said, excited.
And so Calvin told him everything. He told him about how he and Susie fell in love in high school and had married after graduating from college, about his three kids and four grand-kids, how he turned Spaceman Spiff into one of the most popular sci-fi novels of the decade, and so on. After he told Hobbes all this there was another pregnant pause. “You know… I visited you in the attic a bunch of times.” Calvin said.
“l know.”
“But I couldn’t see you. All I saw was a stuffed animal.” Calvin’s voice was breaking and tears of regret started welling up in his eyes.
“You grew up old buddy.” said Hobbes.
“I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry I broke my promise! I promised I wouldn’t grow up and that we’d be together forever!!” Calvin broke down and sobbed, hugging his best friend.
Hobbes stroked Calvin’s hair, or what little was left of it. “But you didn’t.”
“What do you mean?”
“We were always together…. In our dreams.”
“We were?”
“We were.”
“Hobbes?”
“Yeah, old buddy?”
“I’m so glad I got to see you like this… one last time…”
“Me too, Calvin. Me too.”
“Sweetheart?” Susie voice came from outside the door.
“Yes dear?” Calvin replied.
“Can I come in?” Susie asked.
“Just a minute.” Calvin turned to face Hobbes one last time.
“Goodbye Hobbes. Thanks… for everything…”
‘No, thank you Calvin.” Hobbes said.
Calvin turned back to the door and said, “You can come in now.”
Susie came in and said, “Look who’s come to visit you.”
Calvin’s children and grandchildren followed Susie into the room. The youngest grandchild ran past the rest of them and hugged Calvin in a hard, excited hug. “Grandpa!!” screamed the child in delight.
“Francis!” cried Calvin’s daughter, “Be gentle with your grandfather.”
Calvin’s daughter turned to her dad. “I’m sorry, Daddy. Francis never seems to behave these days. He just runs around making a mess and coming up with strange stories.”
Calvin laughed and said, “Well now! That sound just like me when I was his age.”
Calvin and his family chatted some more until a nurse said, “Sorry, but visiting hours are almost up.”
Calvin’s beloved family said goodbye and promised to visit tomorrow. As they turned to leave Calvin said, “Francis. Come here for a second.”
Francis came over to his grandfather’s side, “What is it, Gramps?”
Calvin reached over to the stuffed tiger on his bedside and held him out shakily to his grandson, who looked exactly as he did so many years ago.
“This is Hobbes. He was my best friend when I was your age. I want you to have him.”
‘He’s just a stuffed tiger.” Francis said, eyebrows raised.
Calvin laughed, “Well, let me tell you a secret.”
Francis leaned closer to Calvin. Calvin whispered, “If you catch him in a tiger trap using a tuna sandwich as bait, he will turn into a real tiger.”
Francis gasped in delighted awe. Calvin continued, “Not only that he will be your best friend forever.”
“Wow! Thanks grandpa!” Francis said, hugging his grandpa tightly again.
“Francis! We need to go now!” Calvin’s daughter called.
“Okay!” Francis shouted back.
“Take good care of him.” Calvin said.
“l will.” Francis said before running off after the rest of the family.
Calvin laid on his back and stared at the ceiling. The time to go was close. He could feel it in his soul. Calvin tried to remember a quote he read in a book once. It said something about death being the next great adventure or something like that. His eyelids grew heavy and his breathing slowed. As he went deeper into his final sleep, he heard Hobbes, as if he was right next to him at his bedside. “I’ll take care of him, Calvin…”
Calvin took his first step toward one more adventure and breathed his last with a grin on his face.
Uhhhhhhhh. . .Yeah,
S O M E T I M E S
when you see or hear something in a different way
YOU ACTUALLY
S E E
H E A R
things in a different way. . .
s o m e t i m e s
STILL RE-MEMBERING
“Last time I was down South, I walked into this restaurant. This white waitress came up to me and said, ‘We don’t serve colored people here.’ I said, ‘That’s all right, I don’t eat colored people.Bring me a whole fried chicken.’ About that time, these three cousins came in. You know the ones I mean, Ku, Klux and Klan. They said, ‘Boy, we’re givin’ you fair warnin. Anything you do to that chicken, we’re gonna do to you.’
“So I put down my knife and fork, picked up that chicken, and kissed it.” – Dick Gregory, comedian and activist (Oct. 12, 1932 – Aug. 19, 2017)
Sometimes I think from all the Distances we’ve come. . .
we haven’t come very far at all. . .
Seriously, have we even budged, even a little. . .
And while you’re questioning
WONDER:
SOMETIMES
You have to do more than just BRING THE COLOR
You have to
BE THE COLOR. . .
AND WONDER SOME MORE:
AND THEN DECIDE:
JUST A MOMENT: THE SCENE OF THE UNSEEN
Oh to see the
S C E N E
in the
U N S E E N. . .
In Just A Moment
makes
ALL OF THE DIFFERENCE
Go ahead. . .
L O O K
L O O K
a g a i n
and see. . .
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THE GUEST HOUSE
THE GUEST HOUSE
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning has a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks
WHAT EXACTLY DO YOU HOUSE
or maybe the better question. . .
WHAT HOMES YOU. . . ?
This would quantify/qualify has having a NEW YEAR’S DAY
not 17 days ago,
but each and every day, wouldn’t it,
without any of the knee jerk,
gotta’s, outta’s, should’a’s/would’a’s
better do it right away kind of RESOLUTIONS;
N O. . .
If we treated every day as a new year’s day,
a do-over,
a let’s begin again,
start over
opportunity moment,
who would ever need a resolution to do better
when day by day
and all of the moments that compose them,
we just did our best
and open door welcomed
each thing that comes a knocking
as a gift,
a precious present presence
an invitation to be better,
just a little bit better. . .
well now
what a nice how guest that would be
to greet
and you,
oh you dear friend a host;
a hostest with the mostest. . .
with the bestest mostest yet to arrive
but always warm and cozily
a doorbell ring away
Mighty fine house you’ve got there. . .
Come on in.
Sit awhile or a lot.
YOU ARE WELCOME
JUST A MOMENT: WHEN NOT ALL IS PACKED AWAY
Holidays come and go, even our most favorite times; when they get all packed away and seems like as if they were not even here, maybe it’s then that we have a choice.
Do we keep the lights? It made them so special keeping them on; do we keep sharing them or have they been turned off, the plug pulled and not always so safely put away?
Sometimes the real season of even the most special seasons happen not when they’re going on, but when they’re needed the most and seem so far away and we get to choose if we’re going bring that season; put that season away, or continue it as it feels much more needed afterwards than even as it went on. . .
In just a moment, we decide and, and everyone either knows or benefits from our decision or not. . .in just a moment. . .
Every season coming and going brings its reality and we decide
even in that reality how strongly we will prevail. . .
SHINE ON
(boxed up or not)
ONE SMALL STEP
Sometimes a mere 7 minute short film can make you feel more than a 3 hour movie or a 14oo hundred page book
Sometime a mere one small step is the biggest leap your soul can ever experience or
Allow someone else to ever understand. . .Some times
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