Saturday 11 June 2011

work can be impersonal.

the biggest hug
i had today,
was the garbage bag
as i threw it away.

Friday 10 June 2011

the first reply!

checked the email,
received the
first
rock reply.

taken in it's
orignal
hiding spot.

easter bunny
always made
it obvious.



stretching out for the unknown in known places.

spread a message rocks; project 2/batch 1

little notes
on painted rocks
that have been
hidden
all around the
areas
that surround me.

hopefully
they change
the way
you think about
one thing
or the other.

on the back of
each rock is
an email address
and pleasant
request
for the owner
to send a picture
to me.

let's see how this goes.
batch one, you're out in the world.

Wednesday 8 June 2011

the circle of life.

i've yet
to meet
a soul
who has
claimed
upon deciding
to become
a parent,
that they
'want to have teenagers'.

the first place
statement
is that they
'want to have kids';
babies come
second place.

but no couple
trying to burden
another human
with living,
has stated
to me
that they want
'to have teenagers'.

i find this
curious
as the
young adult phase
in one's life
is also
precisely when
you start getting
kicked out of
the house,
lose your
innocence,
grow your
own
mind
which may
or may not
agree with
the teachings
your parents have
fed you
over the years,
and you are
expected
to move out
within
the next couple.

it's funny how
someone could
bring you
into
the world
only to
kick you out
of theirs
after you
stop
being the 'kid'
they wanted.

which
you
couldn't help happening,
and
they
knew would happen one day.

so stop
eating their food
and
taking up room
in the house
they brought you
into.
go out into the world,
into some cold,
empty apartment building.
spend your time in
the same office
for 40 years,
find someone nice,
have some kids,
then kick out
the teenagers
or the young adults
they turn into.

however,
it's a circle,
a cycle
of sorts.

when your
parents
turn back
into children,
they'll ask you
to take
care
of them;
bring them into
your home,
and once they
stop
being the cute
old
kids
they are when
you let them
in with you,
you kick
them out
like they did
to you;
into the hot,
stuffy
retirement homes.

we learn
through experience
don't we?