Fighting off villains is tiresome work. Why can’t they find something else to do?
I don’t want to know what time it is.
So, don’t look at the clock, right?
What about the sun?
It let’s me know when day is fading into night.
What if I’m not ready?
What if I have more to do?
I don’t get to decide.
If I had the power to freeze time, would I accomplish more?
Or would I just fill the hours, never having enough?
I’ve learned to live within its constraints.
But still, I don’t like the power it has over me.
I push the limits, but in the end, time always wins.
You walked away I stood and stared
my throat was tight my hands were clenched
it only took a second too
then time stood still
and nothing moved
all I had were thoughts of you
there beneath the heavy stare
of those who know and some who care
but in the end you’re still not there
In my life I’ve taken small risks like anyone else, but I can’t help but feel like I’ve never done anything really big. I have friends who have moved across the country multiple times, changing their lives completely and a friend who gave up a career that wasn’t satisfying in order to pursue her dream. Incidentally, both of those situations worked out for the better. I, on the other hand, have always taken the safe route, too worried about small details and logistics to allow myself to step outside the ordinary and mundane. The time has come to shake things up, throw caution to the wind, and take a chance. It’s scary, yes, but exciting, too. I wonder if I will have the courage to follow through, but as I ponder, I can’t help but remember the words of the wisest woman I’ve ever known. I went to her once with a krazy plan and she didn’t shoot it down or try to talk me out of it. Instead she simply said “Go for it”, which meant she believed in me and it gave me the strength to believe in myself. All those years ago I was brave. Maybe it was because of her words or maybe I had it in me all the time. Maybe I still do.
Sometimes there are questions I don’t ask because I’m afraid to hear the answer. When I think about it, though, I can’t decide which is worse: the anxiety of not knowing or the fear of asking. In the end, I suppose I always try my best not to give in to fear. Often I succeed.
One of my favorite sights when visiting Key West, FL is the Hemingway House. The tour is rich with history and anecdotes about the man himself and the people who were in his life. This includes his four wives, one of which lived with him in the Key West home. But we can’t forget the other residents of Hemingway House: the cats. There are around 40 – 50 of them on the property, some of which are quite unique. Cats normally have five front toes and four back toes. But about half of “Hemingway’s” cats are polydactyl, meaning they have six toes. To learn more about them check out this site.
One of my favorite poems by Pablo Neruda.
If you’d like to read more of his works you can find them here. Enjoy
Matilde, where are you? Down here I noticed,
under my necktie and just above my heart,
a certain pang of grief between the ribs,
you were gone that quickly.
I needed the light of your energy,
I looked around, devouring hope.
I watched the void without you that is like a house,
nothing left but tragic windows.
Out of sheer taciturnity the ceiling listens
to the fall of the ancient leafless rain,
to feathers, to whatever the night imprisoned;
so I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache.
I have a red guitar. It sits in the corner of my room. Right now it must be feeling pretty lonely, since I haven’t paid it much attention in the last few weeks. When I got the red guitar, I named it Maggie. The name just came to me and it stuck. Maggie must be mad at me. She must be wondering why I’m ignoring her. It’s not you, Maggie, it’s me. You are a wonderful, beautiful guitar who deserves better. I can do better.