There was a little old boat in the rear, left corner of my backyard. The boat was aluminum, small with two bench seats across the beam, and while my memory of this is equally as small, I remember tiny glimpses of the little old boat.
I remember me, sitting in the boat with a life preserver that was perhaps bigger than my entire body. This is my first memory of her. We were fishing someplace near City Island.
I somehow caught a little starfish, if I’m not mistaken. This was before we moved out to The Island and away from my birthplace in Queens.
Being A Self-Starter
Where does anything begin?
Where do we start? You, me, and the rest of the world, we all start from somewhere, which is obvious to all of us, but when it comes to personal and transformational change, the question remains.
Where do we begin?
Old Pieces Of Thought
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Then one morning . . .
You wake up and there’s just nothing
You have nothing and this has nothing to do with a place to live or money.
Continue readingThe Ingredients Of My Craft
I look at where I was in the beginning and I come to the same sentiment as I did back then. In whichever way possible and by any means necessary, I made a commitment to myself to create and recreate me on a daily basis for the rest of my life.
I have to want to improve in order for me to be better. I have to see where I am in an honest perspective.
There are times when even the strongest denial cannot blind the eyes to the obvious. In my case, I knew there was a need for change.
But how?
Is it really possible for someone to change?
Running On Empty?
I remember seeing a picture of a kid. He was holding a stick in his right hand that ran over his shoulder, and at the end of the stick, the kid tied a sack to it with all of his things inside.
He was running away.
Remember running away? I do. I used to run away all the time. I would stay gone for a while but I would eventually come home.
A Note From a Sleepless Dad
I have no idea where I will end up in the later years of my life. The one thing I learned is life changes and life can change quickly and unexpectedly. I change. You change. People change and so do the landscapes of the places we used to know when we were younger. Life fades and so can memories, unless we nurture them.
Continue readingJust a Notion
I go back to that word again. I go back to the word “Friends” and think to myself, what is this?
What is a friend?
What is friendship?
What is the relationship between others and me?
Is this friendship?
Is everyone that says they’re a friend, really a friend, or is this just a contract, or is friendship nothing more than a social construct, or a notion based upon a semi-emotional agreement, or is it an idea, or better yet, is this just an invention between people?
Continue readingIt Was Summertime, 2001
Back in the days when I was just a helper and working in a building on 3rd Avenue as an assistant building engineer, I was studying for my certification to move up in the ranks.
I was part of the team, somewhat liked and somewhat disliked by a few of the members in my crew. I was liked by the ones that worked and disliked by the ones that looked to skate.
A Passage About The Fight
Soon the air will begin to cool. Soon enough, the trees will take on a new shade of color. Autumn will arrive and the air will smell from fallen leaves and fireplaces from nearby homes.
I can dig it . . .
I love it this way, not too hot and not too cold. I love the world during the in-between seasons. I see the summer and winter as the ultimate inhale and exhale of Mother Nature. Spring and fall are the pauses between breaths. The Earth will undergo change, which I identify as the foreshadowing moment of a new and up and coming chapter.
Food Is Love
The thought of starting over is of course, intimidating, to say the least. As the saying goes, we start from square one. We have to start from scratch and begin again. The idea of change can be frightening. I know this for a fact.
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The Written Addiction 