Tool bucket

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]]> http://krypticthoughts.com/ktblog/overalls/feed/ 0 http://krypticthoughts.com/ktblog/that-time/ http://krypticthoughts.com/ktblog/that-time/#comments Sun, 01 Nov 2009 19:20:58 +0000 Kryptic http://krypticthoughts.com/ktblog/?p=150 It’s that time of year again. The leaves have fallen. The first frost has come and gone. Things in the world are settling down for their long winter’s nap.

I find myself getting quiet inside. Looking as much within as without. This is the time of year I find myself making changes, setting resolutions, reevaluating where I am going and what I am doing. Most people do this at the the beginning of the new year. For some reason that has never set well with my internal rhythms.

Reconnecting with my core values, visions and “getting my mind right” before the Holiday season gets into full swing, is very helpful. Doing so in late October early November allows me a much greater calm in dealing with what should be the best time of the year for humanity, but is usually the worst. I find myself capable of more patience with others after having to remind myself to be patient with myself. I’m a work in progress. And so is everyone else. Reminding myself of that daily should probably go on this years list.

So, now it’s time to do a little dreaming, a little planning, a little letting go and step forward into next year. See you there.

Purpose ~ Path ~ Presence
~Kryptic

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“Breathe (2 AM)”

2 AM and she calls me ’cause I’m still awake,
“Can you help me unravel my latest mistake?,
I don’t love him. Winter just wasn’t my season”
Yeah we walk through the doors, so accusing their eyes
Like they have any right at all to criticize,
Hypocrites. You’re all here for the very same reason

‘Cause you can’t jump the track, we’re like cars on a cable
And life’s like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button, girl.
So cradle your head in your hands
And breathe… just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe

May he turned 21 on the base at Fort Bliss
“Just a day” he said down to the flask in his fist,
“Ain’t been sober, since maybe October of last year.”
Here in town you can tell he’s been down for a while,
But, my God, it’s so beautiful when the boy smiles,
Wanna hold him. Maybe I’ll just sing about it.

Cause you can’t jump the track, we’re like cars on a cable,
And life’s like an hourglass, glued to the table.
No one can find the rewind button, boys,
So cradle your head in your hands,
And breathe… just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe

There’s a light at each end of this tunnel,
You shout ’cause you’re just as far in as you’ll ever be out
And these mistakes you’ve made, you’ll just make them again
If you only try turning around.

2 AM and I’m still awake, writing a song
If I get it all down on paper, it’s no longer inside of me,
Threatening the life it belongs to
And I feel like I’m naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
And I know that you’ll use them, however you want to

But you can’t jump the track, we’re like cars on a cable,
And life’s like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button now
Sing it if you understand.
and breathe, just breathe
woah breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe.

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“Sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.” – Lewis Carroll

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Artwork featured in photo by Brian Detmer. www.briandettmer.com

“Life’s about the learning. It just takes living to do it.”
Contemplate ~ Conceptualize ~ Create
~Kryptic

Artwork featured in photo by Brian Detmer. www.briandettmer.com

Boxes are great for imaginations.

“Toys are only as much fun, as the imagination they play with.”
Imagine ~ Create ~ Play
~Kryptic