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Sunday, January 1, 2012

Stepping Stones

A year ago I made my first New Years resolution:
"Breathe In
and
Breathe Out
Repeat 10,541,200 times.
This year is all about resuscitation."
At the time is seemed an impossible goal.
My brain, emotions and body were jello.

For whatever reason I was drawn to Korea.
Not because of it's exotic-ness or excitement
but because it seemed a kindred spirit.
A place that would hold me safely
until I could learn to walk again.

A place I could breathe in and breathe out 10,541,200 times.

I was not wrong.
Mission accomplished.

Now, there are a thousand more questions than answers.
It's time to dance with those skeletons and ghosts,
and sort the friends from foes.

My 2012 New Years Resolution Is:

"To connect the dots
and follow them like
stepping stone
into the future."

Pohang




Saturday, December 31, 2011

Winters Warm Glow

Soon this too will be a memory of our youth.
A warm thought for the winters of our lives.
That time we ran away to the sea
to sing Auld Lang Syne.
 
 Norma Jean, Alyssa, Landino.
Goodbye 2011

Auld Lang Syne by Robert Burns

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And auld lang syne?

Chorus:
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne!

We twa hae run about the braes,
And pu'd the gowans fine,
But we've wander'd mony a weary fit
Sin auld lang syne.

We twa hae paidl't in the burn
Frae morning sun till dine,
But seas between us braid hae roar'd
Sin auld lang syne.

And there's a hand, my trusty fiere,
And gie's a hand o' thine,
And we'll tak a right guid willie-waught
For auld lang syne!

And surely ye'll be your pint' stowp,
And surely I'll be mine,
And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne!

Translation:

Should old acquaintances be forgotten,
And never brought to mind?
Should old acquaintances be forgotten,
And days of long ago !

Chorus:
For old long ago, my dear
For old long ago,
We will take a cup of kindness yet
For old long ago.

We two have run about the hillsides
And pulled the daisies fine,
But we have wandered many a weary foot
For old long ago.

We two have paddled (waded) in the stream
From noon until dinner time,
But seas between us broad have roared
Since old long ago.

And there is a hand, my trusty friend,
And give us a hand of yours,
And we will take a goodwill draught (of ale)
For old long ago!

And surely you will pay for your pint,
And surely I will pay for mine!
And we will take a cup of kindness yet
For old long ago!