Lucky Me Lucky You

I’m a-day-late in writing yesterday’s post. But it’s been a long week of work, overall a good week. I’m loving the rainy day, sort of wish I could stay home and chill, but I’ve got more work to do.

Though the saga of the mini breakdown continues, overall, it’s been beautifully interesting. It still feels like it just happened yesterday, yet already 3 whole weeks have gone by. At the end of that fateful night, one simple word came to me; it was GIVE. There was no explanation of what to give or how to give, but to just GIVE.

As I’ve gone about my morning walks, I’ve thought about this word. What exactly am I supposed to give? In one-way or another we give every day. We give birth and our lives; we give opportunities, speeches, and respect. We give of our time and services. We give attitude, compliments, smiles and hugs. We give dinner parties, flowers, and presents. We give signs, promises, hope and even dirty looks. The list is endless! Yet on this night, the word GIVE was about giving something else, something greater. It may sound corny, but I started thinking about ‘me’ as a little boy who was full of joy, playful and unconcerned about fitting into a certain role, image, or status. I believe it’s that little boy who I’m meant to GIVE out into the world each day, every day, as much as possible.



It’s going to be a slow and life long process, but I’ve got to surrender. I MUST! Strange, but I feel fragile and courageous at the same time.


In honor of St. Patty’s Day, the piece here is titled, “Lucky Face.” Last years Austin Young exhibit at Pop Tart Gallery inspires it. Interesting how ‘Luck’ is free, it’s never given out. It’s ours to take. At this point in my life, an anonymous quote really sums it all up, “If you are lucky enough to find a way of life you love, you have to find the courage to live it.”

Have a beautiful rainy day. If we are lucky enough to have life, even with all the suffering, we are worthy of it all.