Tag: thoughts

As You Go

As you go through your day today, be sure to take a moment to remind yourself how beautiful you are.

You are beautiful.

Just because no one else might be saying it right now, you still need to hear it. Say it out loud; say it at least ten times each day.

"I am beautiful."

"I am a beautiful person."

"I am beautiful to him."

"I am the beauty that creates his reasons."

Say it. Own it.

It is all true.

Regarding The Couple At The Table In The Corner

She folded a white linen napkin over her arm
And stalked away to find her friend
Her service is prompt and courteous
Attentive to every whim and every ask
But this afternoon with blushing cheeks
And a Cheshire grin
Eyebrows arched over squinting eyes
As she held back the laughter, boiling over
That she wanted to release with bellows
Unabashed and joyous

Her friend returned with his water pitchers
To refill and make another round
When she stopped him with a gesture to come closer
To a whisper's distance
As she muffled her words behind laughter

The couple at the table in the corner
Was the focus of her concern
There was an energy around them, she claimed
A glow as visible as golden sunlight in an azure sky
Their eyes are locked in focus on only each other
And although they are seated with their menus
Opened on the table before them,
Their meal doesn't seem to be a concern at all

She couldn't help but smile, it seemed
When she saw the smiles they had for each other
So how could she, in this moment so pure
Disturb them enough to do her job?

Again, she paused not understanding this sudden
Happiness that was washing over her
The tedium of another day of serving tables
Carrying trays, with aching muscles and a weary mind
And here in this moment, it had all washed away

She glanced around the restaurant at the tables high and low
Business men sat sipping amber drinks
Coldly appraising each others' worth
Couples sat in quiet conversation;
The events of the day, to escape their empty nests
Appreciations long since vanished from the cushioned comfort
Of a life bound by routines

A thought crossed her mind
There is no passion in routines.

Laughter from the corner table broke her thoughts
And a glance caught this unusual sight
Hands being held from across the table
And he leaned forward as a gentleman might
To place a gentle kiss on the back of her hand
Her heart picked up pace, as a bus boy
Delivered refills of water to the couple at the table in the corner
His eyes were met with smiles and instantly
The bus boy started smiling too
Smiles turned to laughter, a joke and honest play

Fun.

They were having fun.

She made a quick stride back to the table
For they certainly must be ready to order by now
And as she greeted them once more, they both smiled
Holding hands, and holding back the laughter
That bonded their moments into memories

Lost for words, and once again trying to contain her own laughter
The questions that came to mind had nothing to do with the menu

The questions rolled off of her tongue
And as if rehearsed, the couple at the table in the corner
Answered them one by one

It takes a youthful spirit to keep love alive
There is something to look forward to every day
It is a commitment not of solemn vows but of hearts
For words will fade like autumn leaves
While hearts are real
They're always real
And hearts can love, can grow, and can heal each other
Life should never be routine, for there is no passion in routines
And schedules should always leave room for something new
A moment can be an adventure, a moment can be a lifetime
And a moment can mean so much more, even to those around you
So never be stingy with smiles for each other
For everyone you touch
Because a smile can make someone's day better

And with that answer, he took her hand
And helped her stand from her seat
He gently brushed her long, white hair back and kissed her cheek
Their eyes met, as he picked up his cane
Placed his hand on her hip, and danced her away
Leaving their happiness behind for someone else's day

Those are lessons never lost
To help make cold days warmer
Like a gift that is free of cost
From the couple at the table in the corner

On Guilty Pleasures

I don’t have any guilty pleasures. I’ve never been sure why we should feel guilty about liking something. If it brings you pleasure, just enjoy it no matter what anyone else thinks.

Unless of course what you enjoy infringes on someone else’s enjoyment of life without them having recourse. Then you should feel guilty, and probably stop doing it.

The people that I mostly see infringing on other people’s enjoyment usually work for the government in some capacity. That should tell you something about how things work these days.

Guilt over pleasure is a religious thing; like sins. Is it really a sin if you masturbate or love someone a certain way? No, it’s not. Unless you believe it is - but that’s a belief, and others might not share your belief so stop trying to make them believe what you believe. I have no sins because I don’t have religion, and I don’t subscribe to that line of thinking. Without religion, there are a lot fewer sins, and since I don't infringe on the rights or happiness of other people, my sins are few.

So stop letting other people tell you that you need to feel guilty over the things you enjoy. Odds are, there is nothing you’re doing that you should feel the least bit guilty about.

Broken Threads

I lost myself on purpose in the glint of her eyes,
a flash of her smile and the joyous vibrations
set in motion by the contagiousness of her laughter.
An evening given by each other, to each other for
no purpose other than to mend the broken threads
of heart stings carelessly cut by the knives and
daggers of others.

Of lovers.

Those past reflections seem magnified in tear filled eyes;
blurred and bulbous, blown out of proportion, but still
significant in their weight when tied to a thread so thin.

Her hand found mine near the edge of the table, or maybe
my hand found her's. Something about such synchronicity.

Such simplicity.

Golden flames radiated from the flowery centerpiece.
The scent of a garden in spring time; the warmth of
the sun smiling happily as if it were a child again.
I could smell her sunshine as she warmed my skin. I
could feel hope rise with a quickening pulse. Perhaps
life could hold the promise of those youthful dreams.

Or so it seems.

And when the coffee was set, the night was nearing its
close. Soon we would walk under the starry skies, and
the moon's judging eyes. The unwilling separation of
love and laughter into separate lives. But a thread
mended and another thread tied, hope restored and a kiss
to taste the sugary sweetness of her lips. Let the moon
watch what it has seen in the streets, the fields and
in between. Hearts need hearts to mend.

Happiness should know no end.

Bacon Chews

A little something from June 29, 2011

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

The deception of such perception
Sits within precision and persistence
When we do our best to pass each test
And it doesn’t make a difference
Details given every thought and attention
Yet success still lies in the distance

Hands are wrought, offers fought
Do this, do that, try this we ought

Sweat on brow, and deepening furrows too
Do more we vow and make these dreams come true
Many to please, like the hungriest bees
Buzzing about their own sweeter brew
The taste of which was only a tease
It takes more than a thought or an idea, we knew
To lasso stars and see these dreams on through

And now we see the mountains are high
And the rivers run so deep
But more important are the secrets that they keep
We needn’t travel to the depths or heights
When we do, we lose these dreams from our sights
Stay on the way that we know every day
With what is in our reach, will be our delights

Winds of Change

Today's winds here in Buffalo are strong, but no where near the strongest winds we've ever experienced. According to the Nation Weather Service, this wouldn't even rank in the top 10 windiest days here. The records are as follows:

82 MPH SW FEB 16, 1967
81 MPH W AUG 24, 1972
79 MPH S JUN 7, 1980
75 MPH W DEC 28, 2008
74 MPH W APR 6, 1985
73 MPH SW NOV 12, 1992
72 MPH W MAR 10, 1986
72 MPH SW APR 30, 1984
71 MPH W AUG 15, 1965
71 MPH SW JAN 1, 1985
70 MPH SW JAN 26, 1965

I always wonder about these measurements. They seem low. They always do. Maybe weather feels more extreme than it is around here because usually it is so mild. I recall one blustery January morning in 2008 when I had to catch a flight to Denver. I sat on the mostly empty airplane at the gate at 6AM feeling the plane physically lifting off of the ground with the gusts. This wasn't an econo-jet - this was a Airbus A319. We have had winds strong enough to flip over airplanes at the airport. More frequently, cross winds on I-90 have toppled over container style trailers in transport.

However, all of that is minor compared to the damage this particular storm has caused throughout the Midwest. Tornadoes spawned have again left paths of devastation throughout the central United States.

One of those things we don't often face in this area. We get our share of nasty weather in terms of snowfall, but tornadoes, hurricanes and other more devastating weather anomalies rarely scar this part of the country. The top wind gusts in the infamous Blizzard of '77 were only 69-MPH. It didn't even make the top 10 here, and that was the worst natural disaster most of us can recall hitting this region.

Let's be thankful we do live in an area a little more insulated from the worst of what our Earth can throw at us.

Tips For Happier Traveling

If you know me personally, or if you have read through my blog, you know that I love to travel and spent over three years moving about the continent on a weekly basis as part of a contract that I was working on. When I started that contract in February of 2006, traveling was foreign to me. Although I knew I wanted to travel and see other places, I never really had traveled significantly, so to be thrown into daily jetting from city to city was a bit overwhelming at first.

Here is how it started: I would fly to a new city, get my rental car, check into my hotel room, eat breakfast at the hotel, work at a hospital for 12-14 hours, get take-out or stop at a known restaurant (usually a chain) and then hide in my hotel room until the next morning when I would do that again.

I traveled alone to these jobs, worked alone, spent most of my time alone - so I needed to learn how to be self-sufficient. I needed to figure out where to go, how to navigate new places, get to know the culture a bit, and then go to a new city and start all over.

I did that for months, and aside from the rare exception when I would have a traveling companion to work with, I had to learn really quickly how to deal with being by myself and surrounded by strangers. It led to a lot of self-reflection, self-discovery and a deep examination of social interaction, social expectations and what they all really mean.

After about six months it occurred to me that I was missing out on a lot of great experiences by allowing myself to hide away while traveling alone. Sitting alone at a corner table in a restaurant reading a book and avoiding eye contact isn't much fun, or very enlightening. It took a little convincing, but along with other major changes that were beginning to take place in my life I decided it was time to break out of that comfort zone of isolation.

My first step was putting some of my observations to work and to my advantage. The first observation: people drinking alcoholic beverages tend to love meeting strangers. And since I was a stranger to everyone I set out to put myself in the middle of the action. What better places to do this than at local - not chain - restaurants and pubs? I started asking multiple people in the places where I was working, where are the hot-spots in town? Not the party clubs or night clubs, but the pub where everyone goes for good food and good drinks. The watering-holes, the corner pubs, or those small, intimate niche restaurants and bars.

When walking into such an establishment, the host or hostess would ask, "Can I help you?" and I would ask in return, "Can I order food if I sit at the bar?" Some places don't allow that, so it always good to ask. If the answer was positive, to the bar I would go. Next step: don't sit at the bar where no one else is sitting. Yeah, I know the social norm is to leave the "safety seat" as a personal space cushion unless the bar is packed, but you're not going to meet anyone sitting six bar stools away from the nearest patron. The next question is who do you sit next to? A good option is finding the person who also appears to be alone. Chances are they will welcome some conversation. Another good choice is anyone who is also eating at the bar. You're there for the same reason; natural conversation starters are there for the taking.

"Hey, it's my first time here - can you recommend something on the menu? By the way, I'm Paul - just in town working at (name of where you're working) for a few days. Nice to meet you."

And remember, everyone warms up quickly to, "What are you drinking? Let me get a round for you."

You're not buying for the whole bar, just the person you happen to be getting to know, so drop a few bucks on them. If the drinks are flowing, so is the conversation.

If the place is quiet, as you might find on a Monday night in June, give the bartender the same treatment. Introduce yourself and then treat them like you already know and like them. Same conversation applies, and even if they can't drink while working, they always appreciate the offer.

I met a lot of interesting people doing this, in cities all over the United States, and Canada. The experience I had in Australia were incredible, perhaps once in a lifetime experiences. Without being bold, I might have missed out on those.

Another frequent obstacle was finding meals in airports. Airline travel can quickly become a drag when you're spending time in the lock-down prisons that our airports have become. You pretty much cannot escape chain restaurants in major airports so the best you can do is find that rare one where you can be seated and served at your table. The "cafeteria" type food-courts and kiosk type restaurants abound, but who wants to carry their food around while dragging luggage, or sit in an uncomfortable chair at a departure gate eating from their lap? No thanks. Odds are TSA has already made you feel less than human; give yourself a chance to let someone else take care of those things.

However, the major problem becomes getting a table at such a place. Especially in hub airports with heavy traffic. Space becomes limited in a hurry, and these restaurants are almost always "seat yourself" kind of places, so finding a table is often a challenge that requires time and patience if you want to wait - or bold action and a partial disregard for social expectations.

After a while, I got tired of waiting for tables to open up. Once people get a table, they tend to stay there until it is time for their flight. Honestly, who wants to sit at a gate when you can sit, eat, drink and watch something other than CNN at a restaurant? And since so many flights all take off around the same time frame, by the time a table became available it was often time for me to go to my next flight as well. At which point, I was either skipping a meal entirely or eating from a kiosk.

Both options were very unsatisfactory.

And you can see those taking option #1. Wandering, looking sad yet hopeful that a table will open. Or leaning on a wall, reading a newspaper and glancing up every ten seconds to see if anyone is making a movement that looks like they're leaving their table. The pouncing will then ensue, but often by multiple people at once, creating a tense and awkward situation.

The thing about breaking past social expectations is, you have to do it with confidence. If you're meek, people will put you right back into that bubble. If you do it boldly and leave them with no doubt that then need to accept your actions no matter how uncomfortable it might make them at first in most cases they won't even try to stop you. So as I walked into one of these restaurants, past the people waiting by the wall, I would scan and find an option - and there is always at least one. That business traveler, sitting alone at a table for four. Or similarly, two people sitting at a table for four or more. Plenty of room for another person, or more, but no one dares approach them because it's just not how it's done.

So I would walk up to their table, and ask as I pull out a chair and park my bags, "Excuse me, is anyone sitting here? Mind if I join you?" and as the words, "join you," leave my lips my butt was already in the chair and I was signaling the server to bring me a menu - and hopefully a margarita.

I never found a time where the person was terribly offended or inconvenienced, but a few times they did excuse themselves shortly to go to their gate. Maybe they were put off, maybe they really did have a plane to catch. Regardless, I had a table and a drink, so that wasn't entirely my concern.

My concern then became that I was sitting alone at a table that could fit more people, so I would invite someone waiting for a table to join me.

There's always friends to be made, even in the most awkward of situations.

And those situations also produced some great stories.

I'll tell a few stories in a future entry. I would like to leave this one off with a humorous story from one of my favorite authors, Douglas Adams.

Remember, be confident. Social expectations, at least those that do not infringe upon the rights of others, are often silly limitations to what we can accomplish. Never be afraid to break out of your own comfort zone and often in turn you will break others out of their comfort zones as well.

Thanks for reading!

Cookies by Douglas Adams.

Autumn Change

Longer time to mend, and shorter time to play
Streetlight halos shine on sins longer each day
Blurring the edges of the black and the white
The wrong and the right
Growing the dark and removing the light
Reflections of life in puddles floating leaves
Curled edges, cutting veins, while winter pleads
The icy breeze
While the sun wanes to a southern retreat
Shadows grow long from trees and feet
The Northern wind arrives fast and fleet
Singing her song
Her sting we meet
A year rolls by
Memories we keep
Time escapes our hold
With it, and from it are the stories we have told
Such a cruel master to which we slave
Losing our fight each night and day
And only on this paper with marks and tears
With toil and sweat we recount the years
Another story to behold
Another year for your life to unfold
Another story to be told