Thursday, April 30, 2009


How is doubt so strong? Where once we trusted an oaken floor, now we eye each board with the thought of falling through.

Friday, April 24, 2009


Lately it feels like the tale of a battle being heard again.
There are rumblings of drums over the hills.
Now and then comes the hiss of an arrow and someone nearby falls.
Others ride off under cover of night.
You stand with your back against the only one you trust and wait.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Winds of change

The signs are there to show a confrontation coming over the horizon.
In one respect it's simple since the history is there to not sell out, surrender or ask for a break.
I've never shrunk from the unknown, so the possibilities are actually objects of enthusiasm: TDL, Sysco, Summit...
And 2 little letters say that no matter what, I have a fallback position. AZ.
So many decisions get made every day by people who do not have enough understanding of the problem, nor any idea of the value of what they already hold. Every week I find myself trying to explain to someone chanelling General Custer that we have a warrior in need of training. He looks with blinkered vision, as someone looks at him, and so on down the line.
In other quarters, mediocrity gets praised and rewarded while outright incompetence and dishonesty are tolerated. If people only knew what goes on behind the annual report...

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Ebb tide

More than 30 years after reading Tolstoy's opinion that people mistake excitement for happiness, I'm still not sure where I stand, because I've believed one side, then another. There's a line to be drawn in the stress/agitation/ excitement stimulus between adding fuel and burning out.
I warmly remember the Sunday afternoons rowing on the river when it was like glass. If I had to choose, I'd take that stormy night, rowing against a tide so strong it broke an oar, and I had to grab at pilings and tow the boat with the rope over my shoulder.

As the past few days have unfolded according to plan, I feel unfulfilled. While there are times requiring reflection, I'm in a phase requiring the unexpected. Ennui begets entropy.
Much as I love the roses, I'm drawn too by the thorns.