Friday, April 23, 2010

Table Mountain


New York 4

New York 3

New York 2

New York 1

In case anyone needed more proof...

...that dogs are in fact, better than cats.
ANCHORAGE, Alaska (AP)-- A dashcam video from the Alaska State Troopers shows a dog leading them through winding back roads to a blazing fire at his owners' property.

The video on the troopers' website shows the German shepherd running to meet the trooper's vehicle, then racing to the house on Caswell Lakes on April 4.

Troopers say Buddy and his owner, 23-year-old Ben Heinrichs, were in the family workshop when a heater ignited chemicals. Heinrichs told Buddy: "We need to get help."

The dog eventually found a trooper responding to a call about the fire.

The State Troopers are presenting a special award Friday to the dog. Buddy will receive an engraved silver-plated dog bowl in Anchorage.

Heinrichs suffered minor flash burns on his face. The workshop was destroyed, but only some window trim on the house was damaged.

Huffington Post

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Sometimes Jenny rides the train at night...

Sometimes Jenny rides the train at night.
She’s not going anywhere, but she likes to know that she can. The journey brings her peace. The journey reminds her that there will always be places to go – nothing and no one can tie her down.

Sometimes Jenny rides the train at night.
She looks out the window at the houses rushing by. Rows and rows of cute little houses with families silhouetted in the window. Toys scattered in the yards. Perfectly manicured lawns. Smoke swirling out of the chimney. The suburban scene tears at her heart. You see, Jenny doesn’t remember what it’s like to have a home.

Sometimes Jenny rides the train at night.
She listens to music as the train sways on the tracks. She watches people get on and off as she ponders her own loneliness. She watches life speed by her, literally and figuratively. She shakes her head like she has water in her ears, but the thoughts won’t leave her alone. The music isn’t working tonight.

Sometimes, Jenny rides the train at night.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Another lesson in perspective

Begin again

"Hey you. Begin again."


"Again, again. You'll see, it's easy. Begin again."


I have pain. I have fear. I have love. I have anger. I have happiness. I have joy. I have contentment. I have feelings.

Feelings that overwhelm.

They dig inside me and carve out my insides; the good ones and the bad ones - they take my breath away. All of them hurt. I can't breathe under the weight of my own feelings.

Music drowns out my feelings. Music wipes out the thoughts in my head, the emotions in my heart, the torture of my own intensity.

I could be at peace without my feelings, but I would be nothing without them.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Her story - Part I

Somedays she wakes up and doesn't know where she is. The room is unfamiliar, the painting on the wall isn't hers - who are those people in the pictures. She's never seen this furniture before, her clothes don't fit her right. Her shirt feels like it's choking her. And what is with these sheets? They're rubbing her skin raw.

What is she doing here? Why is she here? Is there somewhere else that she's supposed to be? Somewhere, she could someday fit? Her mind is racing ahead of her and she's trying to catch up with it. She doesn't seem to fit into this room, but she doesn't know where she fits.

She tries to speak but nothing comes out. She has no voice. She can't make any sound. She wants to call for help, but no one will hear her. She knows she should be panicking, but she only feels a sense of calm - this is how it is supposed to be.

The light.

You tell me there's a light at the end of the tunnel, but I can't see past the darkness. 

It came up behind me, it came up on front of me, it sunk in... it's sinking in. 

Am I losing, or is this the way you start winning?

Embrace the darkness, my friend, it only brings you closer to light.

I dreamt...

I dreamt that I was running, but never got anywhere.

I dreamt that I was dreaming.

I dreamt that terrorists were on a rampage in India. Then I woke up, and it was true.

I dreamt that a rollercoaster came off the tracks and became a train. I was on it and it took me wherever I wanted to go.

I dreamt in yellow.

I dreamt of my first day at school - I was four years old again and wearing a striped shirt.

I dreamt you had died and I woke up crying.

I dreamt of my past life - I was scared of pigeons and loved eating chalk.

I dreamt of a sunrise. The richness of color and light brought a smile to my face. I could see my own smile.

I dreams of a man in a pink polo shirt. He looked exactly like you, but he wasn't you. I couldn't find you.

I dreamt of a talking bird that was tattooed on my lef. It told me what to do and made all my decisions for me.

I dreamt that I was driving in a convretible. I was moving fast and the wind was blowing through my hair.

I dreamt of sunshine.

I dreamt of interior design magazines.

I dreamt of ordinary things.

I dreamt of special things.

I dreamt of me.

I dreamt of you.