Saturday, September 17, 2011


It's time...
I did something two weeks ago, that I've been waiting a long time to do.
I got a tattoo.
I'm sure it was a surprise to some when they saw it, and maybe a disappointment to a few others.
Or maybe not so much a disappointment (at least I can hope), as that maybe a few were just left wondering, Why?
I didn't do it to provoke reactions. Though the reactions I have been given have been varied and somewhat interesting. Those in my life I expected more from, gave less. And those I thought would be closed off to the idea, actually threw their arms wide open and celebrated with me.
Begin. It's always been a favorite word of mine. To begin. Today. To be the person I hope to someday be. To begin. Today. Breathing a bit deeper, praying a bit longer, and dreaming a bit larger. To begin. Today. Picking up the pen and putting it to paper. To begin. Right now. From where I am. With what I am. In hopes of uncovering every last ounce of all that I am.

Powerful Words

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable. ~Kahlil Gibran