There was a moment in my day.
The day of rebirth.
The darkness will fade and the light will shine brighter each day from today.
It was coincidentally a friends birthday and without plans aforethought I ended up meeting her and her boyfriend, whom I introduced as fate would have it.
They had been there an hour before me and wine had flowed well.
Then the strangest of things occured.
For I was with strangers.
In that moment I saw something I had not seen for a long time.
I saw hope.
I saw two souls I had known over two decades, yet who only met a month ago.
I saw a difference.
A growth.
A comfort in each others character.
Peace as it were.
It was as though I was an observer, stealing a peek into their lives to a place I had never seen in eithers.
Today of all days.
We all laughed.
We drank and we simply existed in a strange way separated from all around us.
But all I could think of where the words of Alan Watts who defines the pagan path though not intentionally in his narrative, asking who we are.
Challenging all we were imprinted with from birth.
For a couple of hours I saw that question answered with crystal clarity.
I watched it unfold.
I saw who they were.
All that remains is finding
"Who am I?"

Goodnite fellow travelers

As I age it seems to you that I forget the things I need to do.
Names and time, places and meals as each day to you becomes more surreal

All those words on Facebook
All the lines on twitter too
Undying love for someone
It just wasn't to be you
But that isn't such a bad thing
As most of them are frauds
Keeping florists going
And cheap Chinese imports

By Saturday the wifebeater will have forgotten all he wrote
The psychotic wife will be throwing things
Back to the status quo.
So why do people do it, as in spend an arm and a leg?
Valentine's was for strangers, an anonymous way to vent.

If you were right and they knew it the courtship then commenced
If you kept it up you're a stalker and the courts dealt with it

So look forward to pancake day covered in dietary sins
By then the garage flowers will be rotting in the bin.

In youth we never understand just how the smallest deeds are bound.
We look for a place that doesn't exist with Disney princess and horse drawn coaches.
Then as life lets us down in different ways we learn it's hard.
We learn to see those that care and those whos greed is all they're worth
Then as we come to lifes end we reflect upon all and try to understand
What was right and what was wrong and why we had to be alone

Every xmass some celebrity writes a book on how to slim or how to cook
Tells the world about their life in an autobiographical pile of *****
Bought by sons for mums and dads
Just to sit and gather dust

In the great scheme of things it's the moments not the minuets. It's the stolen moment not the protracted chore. It's the thought you leave with, not the views of others.

You may not Have been their first choice but you may be their last hope
You may think you are an afterthought
But could be their only one
So look at all that you have not all that you may have