Tag: Thoughts
Computer counsel
Shoulders Back
Head Stretching Toward a Feather Overhead
Don’t Cross Feet or Legs While Sitting at the Terminal
Mind Your Wrists
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Or should that be, Mind Your Wits?
Way out of my league
Considering an ad for artisan designer closets with all those shelves and a few drawers a clear table square center everything clean, arranged so who takes care of all this the maid all the same it’s 25 percent off grand opening
Kinisi 38
“peregrino” = “pilgrim”
hence, peregrin falcon
praying / preying in the air
Looking at movies set in the subway
I’ve expressed my surprised there aren’t more stories set along the underground rails, and now I learn of one based on the eight fortified trains that were painted yellow like other MTA service trains as a disguise. The so-called money trains regularly picked up millions of dollars of toll fares in the wee hours every night in New York City.
Their existence was a well-kept secret that finally surfaced in a 1995 flick starring Wesley Snipes, Woody Harrelson, and a young Jennifer Lopez. If only the movie had lived up to its promise. The film, though, was a bomb, snarled in Hollywood clichés and comical misteps. Maybe they should have played it as comedy rather than criminal action.
Meanwhile, the trains themselves have become history, in part due to the MTA’s switch to from cash and tokens to MetroCards issued at vending machines, typically using credit cards.
Well, it’s one more element that could have gone into my novel Subway Visions, maybe as a somewhat friendlier bank-on-wheels, back before we had ATM machines everywhere.
Can we really keep up with all this change, everywhere we turn?
Kinisi 37
Up in smoke, then
Up in the air
Quaker agitator?
Like the pole/paddle in an old-fashioned washing machine.
No longer just an observer but an actor.
Or cleansing agent.
Three guidelines in purging possessions and more
Does this lift my energy?
Do I love it?
Is it useful?
Kinisi 36
as the kid said
“I stayed up till tomorrow”
Clean sweep?
Just don’t throw everything on the brush pile and torch it quite yet. Just one item at a time, recalling its place in the journey.
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As for syllables, may I suggest singing, something without words. Just open your mouth and dance with the breeze or still air as it will. Like incense, an offering and invitation to the Spirit.