10/30 Spare Some Change?

Can you spare some change?

I shake my head, "No, sorry," with a weak smile, thinking of the few bills and coins I have stashed in my wallet.  I make it a point to not give money, usually.  When I have the time I offer to buy some food.  I aspire to have something substantial and ready to hand to those who ask - a pair of socks stuffed with some filling snack foods and some personal essentials like a toothbrush or deodorant.

But, like most people I think, when I hear "Spare some change" I think of dollars and cents.

That happened today and I continued on, thinking nothing of it.  Until BAM - a thought that struck to the very core of my heart: What about change?

Do you have something to change my life?
To change my day?
To change my moment?
Can you spare some part of your self to change a part of my own story?

And YES.  YES.

I have so much change within me.  My heart cries out for change in our society - to house the homeless, feed the hungry, to help the hurting.  To give love.

And in that moment, my heart heard the call for that kind of change, layered beneath my own prejudices and expectations brought about by living in a world where I have never truly been in need.

The world needs change.  I have the means to do something about it.

Can you spare some change?

"Be the change you want to see in the world." - Ghandi

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[Side note that the sock idea is one that has come about recently and I really, really want to pursue it.  Shall continue working out the details.]

This Little Light

Let your light shine,

And when the times come where you feel too weak to hold it,

I will lift yours alongside mine,

Until you can carry it again.

And when I begin to weary,

You, my friend, shall do the same for me.

For:

"One candle loses nothing by lighting another."

We all will make it through the darkness with compassion and love to guide our steps.

Bright Heart

Bright heart

Shining in the dark places

Seeking out the shadows

To banish them with hope

Leading down the dreampath

Up to the upside 

Around the agony

Towards togetherness

Beating hard

Bearing hurt

Bringing heaven

Bright heart

25 Little Love Stories

1) That time you weren't mad at me when my alarm didn't go off and you came to my apartment and we practiced and we still made it to the gig.
2) Coming up with our version of Til There was You.
3) Sitting under the tree at Alamo Square Park and watching the dogs play.
4) The sunset at Ocean Beach.
5) Getting through that crazy gig where the piano didn't work.
5) Riding the Great Wheel in Seattle.
6) Trying two other restaurants before finally going to the Java Cafe for sandwiches that were extra-tasty because we were so hungry.
7) Laughing at the ridiculous moment of CGI for Legolas in The Hobbit.
8) Laughing at all of the disaster movies featuring San Francisco in the previews before The Hobbit.
9) The bus ride back from our first gig when we got to talking about Hitchcock.
10) That time a little old woman asked if you were my husband at one of our gigs.
11) Hiking up to Corona Heights park.
12) Finding you in the audience at my recital.
13) That little blue note you play in your intro for Fly Me to the Moon.
14) Holding your hand.
15) The flowers that arrived at the perfect time on my birthday.
16) Exploring Deception Pass on Whidbey Island.
17) Goofing around on the piano in the GGH practice room.
18) Talking the whole time on our long walk on Ocean Beach after Corona Heights.
19) Watching The Grand Budapest Hotel at the Castro Theater.
20) That one rainy day in the fall when I fell for you.
21) Grabbing drinks at The Grove and then complaining about The Grove.
22) Finding the Hayes Valley Inn.
23) Cheesecake.
24) The awe of watching and hearing you play.
25) Finally finding you at the SFO Bart Station.  :P

<3

26

Twenty-six days.
Vingt-six jours.
Sechsundzwanzig Tage.
Ventisei giorni.

:)

Inspiration

Inhalation
Elation
Intoxication
Motivation
Inspiration
Exhalation.

Breathing in
The sweet music
Of inspiration.

10/24 - Happiness Limbo

It's not unhappiness.  So it must be happiness?  Somehow it cannot be neither.  So, simply, I come to the thought that it is merely a dissatisfaction with the way things are.  Though, really, things are fine.  Good, even! Blessings!  But I'm not where I want to end up being.  I'm not doing what I want to end up doing.  I take now as it is, because it is so much better than whatever else I could have (or could not have) been doing, but that doesn't mean I have to stay here.

So I won't.