the easy half

So, I come home from school one day. I was 5 or something. And I have learned this great new song at school. So I sing it to my mom, the only problem is I can't carry a tune to save my life and I get all the lyrics wrong. So she thinks wow this is great, a new song for she can learn to sing with me. She goes to the teacher who tells her we haven't learned any new songs but we did sing Old MacDonald.

The point is I mix things up easily, like lyrics and sayings. But I think there is a thing along the lines of "knowing is half the battle".

I seem to remember knowing this saying, like, my whole life.

I don't know if I made it up or if it is real. But either way I am beginning to think it is crap.

If it is true, it is the easy half. I know a lot of things but doing something about them seems like a whole lot more than just half.

anya was on my side

I'm not crazy. The sign of a crazy person must be the disclaimer. So I simply mean, I can manage my fear. It does not paralyze me. I just do not like it. And I feel that though it is not the only reason I live downtown, my choice to live amongst tall buildings, dodgy back alleys and concrete for miles should earn me a haven from the bunny rabbits.

But still they scamper through my parking lot, taunting me.

could be

My regrets are few.

I thought they would be black marks but instead they are empty holes.

The regrets I have are what I have not done. Not what I have done. There are things I have done which I am embarrassed by. I regret any hurt I have caused. And if I knew the actions or words to blame perhaps I would regret. But the joy I missed or the pain I could have prevented seems the greater regret.

the coldest night

Bundled in toques, mitts, scarves and layers on layers the thermometer does not lie. We shiver. But as the crowd follows in her last footsteps I am aware the coldest nights are the ones where violence prevails. Be safe and may you find warmth in community.

clear

Did you notice?
The clear blue sky. Crisp white clouds. A sky striped in deceitful warm yellow. It was beautiful when staring out from the inside.
Not quite sure when I turned into this winter wimp.

beginning

What have I begun ... or continued if anyone remembers the sunnydayz. After a considerable break I have decided that self indulgence is once again called for.