Coffee and Contemplations

Remember the terrifying feeling of getting lost when you were a child? You let go of your parents hand for one second and *thud* your heart hits the ground as you search the crowd for a familiar face…

Today I found solace in being lost in the crowd. I am sitting in an unfamiliar place, in an unfamiliar town, in an unfamiliar state, and yet somehow I am completely at ease. Focused. Centered.

Today there is solace in the path less traveled… I just had to find it.


Beauty is ever to the lonely mind a shadow fleeting; she is never plain. She is a visitor who leaves behind the gift of grief, the souvenir of pain. – Christopher Morley


Just For The Record…

Sometimes people can get you down.

I like to remind myself that it is ridiculous to let one (or 12) idiots ruin your day. While that may seem blunt, it is completely possible.

You never know what someone else is facing in their lives. I try (operative word being try) to consider this when I deal with people I do not know… but COME ON people. Give me a break too.

I’m just a human being trying to scratch and crawl my way through this odd existence, just like you. I have a smile that hides a lot of things that you would cringe away from if you saw on the surface. Let us be who we are and stop holding people back from being who they are. We all judge, heck, I’m a really good judge of others, but there is no reason to let that interfere with the way you accept and acknowledge someone.

So I suppose my challenge today to you is this: everyone judges. But take that snapshot judgment when you make it and throw it aside. Likewise, when you feel like you’re holding yourself back from being truly happy… kick the bucket of cynicism over and rock it!

You are but one thorny bush in my field of golden wheat… maybe try to bud a rose.


It takes a lot of courage to grow up and be who you really are. – E.E. Cummings

Last night I dreamed of snowflakes. You know that sound that can only really be called a ‘non-sound’ if we are being honest? You stand amidst the snow on the ground and flakes quickly falling through a bleach white sky, and you hear nothing. The sounds of the city seem to quiet. As if the snowfall is whispering “hush” into every being. As I sit at my desk I feel my soul begin to be soothed. I look out the window and, alas, my dream came true. The snow is whispering deep in my soul. With the commotion of this week, grad applications, stress, work, belly distress, it is nice to have such a clear inarguable message. Hush now, be still.


My soul speaks: if you don’t understand my silence, how will you understand my words?

Carido Blog…

Dear Blog,

I promise to write again when I find the pieces to this puzzle piece life. I seem to have lost all but one piece, and it’s the piece that the dog had in it’s mouth.. it’s soggy… you know how it goes. It’s hardly a puzzle if there’s only one portion of the picture. I am finding it awfully hard to be gracious or even introspective when my vision is not quite accurate. Right now I’d say that a strong bout of the negatives are clouding my vision entirely. I’m working on clearing the air.

– me

ps – please look for my pieces, I’ve left them everywhere.


Hands are for Holding

Say you’re tired. Say you’re busy.

You can lie to me, it should come easy for you have been doing it for a while

Look away when I’m talking. Please don’t say what you’re thinking.

You have been thinking for a while… for a while.

Take your hands out of your pockets and hold me. (stop wasting my time).

Turn your eyes round in their sockets so you can see the way that I look at you.