What happens to Tuesdays, I asked myself.

If I have had a good Monday, met my goals or merely had some good luck, then what happens on Tuesday? What happens on Tuesday is a function of both luck and striving. What we get is the opportunity to turn bad luck into a mere "challenge."


How does one start over every day with fresh enthusiasm? Every new sunrise brings with it possibilities. I have the possibility of a good day, or a storm, or a recovery, or just to take the time to rest.


Will I be able to sustain those positive thoughts? What I tell myself is true will influence my behavior. I will act on my positive internal beliefs, if I am being true to myself.


Will my internal imagery match my external reality? I am old enough to be living an authentic life. Authenticity should not be a problem most of the time.


Can I still write? Will there be anything there? Creative blogging seems like a tall order at times, but it isn't at all. I started doing alternative blogging years ago, because my political/current affairs blog didn't seem like the place for that - and I am still creating it.


Will the prose have flow and have good rhythm? It might if I edit regularly and if I do not get "wedded to my words." Saying what I have to say is just a matter of doing it with honesty.


Would poetry be fresh; would it just "write itself," as sometines happens? It will if I have something about which I feel deeply. That is the joy and promise of the poetic form.


Can I have the courage to believe in my highest dreams? Resting on laurels, thinking of past successes, or just getting through the day - I almost always have a choice. I will find the courage when I act "as if . . ."


Cross-posted at Southwest Blogger

My topical post today at South by Southwest and The Reaction is about global climate change .

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A Man's Best Friend

Myth is the public dream, and dream is the private myth. - Joseph Campbell

A Man's Best Friend

What's a guy to do when his best friend dies?
How's he supposed to feel with those closed eyes?
For fifty years, he's always been there.

What's a guy to do when his best friend's gone?
How's he going to feel when he's a bit alone?
Others will be there. Just don't know where.

What's a old girl to do to comfort her old guy?
How's she supposed to deal with the little sighs?
Well, you just be there. That's how we care.

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My topical post today at South by Southwest and The Reaction is about blog writing.
Cross-posted at Southwest Blogger

Up, up and away

Myth is the public dream, and dream is the private myth. - Joseph Campbell
Up, up and away -

There is something very enticing about the space program at NASA, the National Aeronautics and Space Agency. I will never be an astronaut, but I get vicarious enjoyment from their dangerous and exhilarating adventures.
There is something very enticing about building an artificial world that orbits the earth. That world is already in existence; it is called the International Space Station. I will never live there, but I imagine what it would be like to be floating around the globe doing science.
There is something very enticing about taking a ride on a bomb that is exploding you into the stratosphere. The space vehicle might have the name Endeavour, Atlantis or Discovery. Astronauts are going on another mission on October 23. I will, from the confort of my armchair, again be "going along for the ride" with them in Discovery as they bring Harmony to the ISS.
Read my other posts about NASA:

• August 19, 2007 - Eye Candy for Endeavor


• June 17, 2007 - Spacey Women


• January 26, 2007 - Mars Remote


• December 17, 2006 - Science meets song


• December 10, 2006 - Sweet dreams in space


• September 29, 2006 - Found from space-those with big dreams


• March 16, 2006 - Space exploration


• February 23, 2006 - Outer Space


• January 17, 2006 - Capturing Stardust


• January 11, 2006 - See Space and Savor the Images.

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My topical post today at South by Southwest and The Reaction is about national security .
Cross-posted at Southwest Blogger

The Seven Sisters

Myth is the public dream, and dream is the private myth. - Joseph Campbell

The Constellation "Pleiades" is otherwise known as The Seven Sisters.

Can you see the seven? I cannot, because I am not a star-gazer. I would like to be but I live in a city, where all the lights make it hard to see the stars very clearly.

There were four sisters in our family - and one brother. Now there are three sisters and a brother. We miss the her so much. Maybe she is somewhere out there among the seven stars. She was a star to all of us.

The three sisters are lights in the lives of each other, and of our dear brother. It is a far distance to see my siblings. So it does not happen very often. I miss them, and all the other members of my Family of Origin. May light shine upon them.