the soul knows..

the soul knows..
only love can make a cold heart melt

thoughts to ponder..

There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love—the first fluttering of its silken wings—the first rising sound and breath of that wind which is so soon to sweep through the soul, to purify or destroy.
~ Longfellow

There are as many nights as days and the one is just as long as the other in the year's course. Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness and the word 'happy' would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness. ~ Carl Jung

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

pink slippers

sunday was in interesting day.. for the most part it was relatively quiet and boring.. then, at 8:00pm, i was at the airport picking up a friend.. the airport has been remodeled/revamped/redone once again and yes, it was several loops around the track before i finally figured out how to get into the parking garage.. but, that is another story in itself..

so, i'm standing down by baggage claim, waiting for him and trying to focus on my magazine article about disasters of 2010; the headliner was the gulf oil spill.. but as i'm standing there, people walk around me, pass me, almost thru me as if i am not there.. it feels kinda wierd but kinda cool at the same time..

as my focus changes to the people around me and not on the words of the article i was reading, i see so many different faces, eye colors, styles of dress and people hugging or talking into cell phones looking for others.. the chime on my cell phone brings me back to reality when i glance at the words, "just landed, see you in a few".. i look around at the people by the baggage claim conveyor belt and the escalator with its glass siding .. a huge group of people start the descent to the waiting friends and family as the waves, smiles and loud voices of those of us at the bottom begin.. after five minutes, i still have no one to wave to and smile..

a second text a couple of minutes later, "what are you wearing?" displays on the screen.. i look down at my feet and reply, "i'm the only one here wearing pink slippers, hard to miss.." moments later, a voice says, "cute slippers, where do i get a pair? " i turn around and there is my friend, his green eyes looking like polished silver in the lighting, smiling mischievously, "pink slippers or not, you are hard to miss.." after hugging him and his scratchy backpack, we join the throngs of nameless, faceless people mulling out of the airport terminal and into waiting cars and taxis..

yes, sunday was definitely an interesting day..

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