Lucky break!

Finally found a stack of my old journals. Can fully embark on my project and I think I found a diamond in the rough today - Choices, choices... could easily be my theme song! The other two added are somewhat random:

To the illusive stranger in Koln Museum
Meditation

are nice in their own right but may lack a bit in spunk.

Bidirectional blogging - Post 1.

Bidirectional blogging seems like a good workable concept to me... For someone who has written journals for the last fifteen years and has an aspiration to put it all together one day - no easier way to start. The concept is quite simple, really. Take an old journal and start flipping the pages. One is bound to come up with a story, and old poem or something of the sort - then simply blog it to the appropriate date in the past - and still take note when actual transfer into the blog takes place. This way a potential read becomes in a sequence of days or entries - a hopscotch of sorts. I know, this must have been done. But this will be my go at it! So, this becomes the official start point - from here on into the past and into the future.

Posts entered today:
Happy Day Messiness,
To My Beloved or Ode to a Thermal

New York City Transit Strike

The strike became a learning experience for the entire city... except did not effect me none as I live in the Bronx, work in Harlem and drive a car. Did get a nice picture out of it though! 

Flying over Oludeniz, Turkey

Recent trip to Turkey with the flying crew. Paragliding Club Vertigo of Macedonia - http://www.vertigo.org.mk/

Flying in Turkey

A trusted, though borrowed acro wing. Nothing beats it! 

Happy Day Messiness

Affections of a friend,
of a lover, of a stranger,
of a shy lullaby singer
of a frivolous plaything.

looser than lips,
sounder than rock solid waterfall
Crashing into crystal shapes
Suspended in disbelief.

A happy day full of things
will pass, becoming a memory
filling a story with such
unnecessary details.

(entered 12/25/2005)

To My Beloved or Ode to a Thermal

I find myself entranced by sullen nights
And waking low, step by step away
I walk toward, and see but do not dream
and cannot touch.

I wish tomorrow come, and find the way,
To wish myself away, high in the sky
and yelp and yehaa so far away
that only feathered dot pulsating by
would ever see me smile.

...and then I land and dry and yellowed grass
and ground sighs with hot and welcome breath
and birds still circle high and friendly passer-by
waves...

...and this is why... I fly.

(entered 12/25/2005)