Road of time 4 Weeks Ago
How fleeting time is And not only fleeting but fickle, too Even when you’ve spent probably half of yours It still seems as if there are aeons of it Stretching out in front of you
It does go on forever, that road Second by second as meters, hour by hour as miles Dusty, sun-washed, rain wet, flat and easy, hilly and hard As you travel along it, whether crusing or struggling
But – because there is a but Even if the road stretches to the horizon, unbroken There is, sadly, no guarantee that you get to go that far
Stray off it’s course too much And you may strand in the ditch Focus all too much on the one goal at the end of it And you may well run short of fuel way before you get there Whether fuel for you is success, love, friendship or just simple quiet
And maybe you have achieved the balance You are doing just fine, not too fast and not too slow Only for somebody in front of you, by sheer accident, to drop a nail or a shard And suddenly, pfffft, puncture and you’re not going anywhere
And the thing is, on this road You cannot stop If you do – whether you wanted it or not There is no starting again
You’ll just stay where you are And everything else moves along While you fade away And becomes the dust on the surface That the next ones travel on
The road doesn’t care Whether you’ve come far or just started If you travel well and in style Or if you crawl labouriously along And it doesn’t know the meaning of fair and unfair
It just continues and continues And all that’s left to you is to make the best of it While you travel along
So, dear fellow travellers, remember to enjoy the view Remember those next to you on the road Remember yourself Be sure that you collect what you want in your heart As you go along
Because you don’t know Where or when your stop sign comes up And the road, your road, isn’t any longer.
And you’ve run out of time.
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- just what came out when I heard the sad news yesterday about my cousin fighting for his life in the hospital. How I’d like to see him back on his bike and rolling further down his part of the road.
(crossposted from my cobblestone blog)
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A light for my inner eye Feb 24, 2012
I had been looking at the candle for a while Then, for some reason, I closed my eyes In the darkness, I was still swaying to the music Until I saw the small red dot
I followed it with my eyes Behind closed eyelids And felt the music recede
It was taking me somewhere, the small red speck of light And I didn't hesitate Just followed
Now I know that it probably meant to tell me something Like calling you or at maybe looking to you for a guiding light But I just followed - for the first short part of the way Then returned to my own life And opened my eyes to the music that still played around me
And had me sway in time to the beat once more.
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I honestly do not know where this came from - except for the candle and red dot bits that were real enough. Funny - when looking at lights, getting that shining dot when you close your eyes is rather common, but this was just small, red and rather intense.
The rest of the words just poured out rapidly. As is.
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Stockholm - and an impromptu micro-meet Feb 16, 2012
I realise that the last time I met "somewhere" with just one other researcher, I named it a mini-meet. Today, we just touched on that nomenclature - is a mini-meet two or at least three meeters? Or, is a meet with just two participants a micro-meet? Let's settle for that.
Whatever it was, today over lunch a colleague was mentioning that he had been staying at a hotel in central Stockholm and that (insert widespread and wellknown hotel chain here) had a few of those.
A bell slowly started to swing somewhere in the back of my mind and after some time met with something else and a nice, satisfying "doiiiiiinngg" came out of it. Like in "Hey, I know someone who works at (insert ...etc)!"
So I texted Ti and let her know that I was in Stockholm with a little time to spare towards the end of the afternoon. And lo and behold, Ti could shuffle bits and bytes and year-end numbers and what have you around and away.
So we've just had * at a nice café at Centralen, the central station in Stockholm, accompanied by a good amount of chatting
And even if it had the side effect of thinking "why am I not packing to go to Manchester ?**", it was really, really nice
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* Latte macchiatos, in fact ** Because I already have been on two w**k trips to a total of three countries this week and have a UK trip planned week after next and ... and the family actually also carries a little weight still in my life
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Lansing mini-meet Jan 18, 2012
Back in my hotel room after a nice dinner on my own. The lady at the testaurant who meeted and greeted scored a point when she asked me whether I'd like a table in the lounge section or the bar section and I chose the bar "as I'm just me." To which she answered "You're not just you. You're you!"
But I digress... What's the important thing is obviously that some logistical planning was crowned with a wee mini-meet over coffee with Shagbark Hickory Nth time in Lansing and only now I realise that it's home to a fellow hootoo'er. Thanks for stopping by
Oh, and the Hootoo calendar is lovely!
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NaJoPoMo! Nov 30: Red Red Wine Nov 30, 2011
(UB40)
...fairly much describes what we did last night after the 8-hour standing up session at the exhibition was over. Oh, not quite - there was a 20-minute standing up waiting for a train to Paris and then the half-ish hour in the train standin up. Feet? Do I have feet??
But the wine, a Côtes de Nuits, was nice and went down very well. Did get some good company - we went very Parisian and had soupe a l'oignon for starters
Two more days at the show - yesterday, in business terms was good and if things go as they do, the second day is the busiest one...
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