Daily Archives: March 6, 2015

Just for You

Just for You

This is for you and your beautiful smile.

I’m sitting here listening to Mozart, looking at the wonderful pictures of my neighborhood that I took this morning, and feeling like a million bucks.  I have a joyful heart and a peaceful spirit.

I went for a walk this and snapped this shot to share here.  This is pretty much what my entire neighborhood looks like right now, and it is the perfect reflection of how I feel in my happy heart and mind.  I am infinitely grateful at this moment…for my life, for the beauty that surrounds me, for the love that I receive from those that love me and for the insight that I receive from those that don’t.  It seems everything is another lesson if I view it the right way.

I am working on a very difficult assignment this week, one that I I’ve mentioned previously, about a competency evaluation for a death penalty case.  This is an assignment that has kept me awake at night, worried about the poor defendant who is, without a doubt, guilty, but who does not at all deserve the death penalty, because he did not know what he was doing when he committed the crime.  I don’t believe in the death penalty at all.  Therefore, I have to write my own bias statement into my evaluation.

I told someone what I was working on yesterday and he laughed and called me a “Pluto Scorpio,” claiming that I was into the dark side of life.  I laughed in return.  Nothing could be further from the truth, and he knows it.  This is just an assignment. I never plan to work in this area of psychology.  It’s just all a part of the program.  The picture at the top of this entry much better represents what I am “into” right now….and how I feel.  Happy.  Through and through.

Spring is so beautiful in Portland…even when it comes in March.  It is made even more beautiful by how fortunate I am, and by the gratitude that I feel for what I have.

Big, busy day ahead of me today.  I hope all of you have a good one.  Oh…and thank you to all my new subscribers and welcome.  There are now 705 of you  + 3500 followers.  I hope I don’t let you down.

Jose Padua: The Night We Tried to Get a Poet Arrested

Jose Padua: The Night We Tried to Get a Poet Arrested


Vox Populi

I remember the night my friend and I tried to get a poet arrested
for his crimes against literature, his hiding
of horribly sentimental lines by speaking like a seller
of cheap real estate, those broken down houses
where everything and everyone leaks, in neighborhoods
divided by the tornado roar of long, slow trains, night and day.
It was just poetry, I know, words arranged like a landscape
of dark trees against the, whatever, azure sky,
but why should he escape punishment like the stealers
of poor people’s minority fortunes, the rule makers
who make us break our backs at hard labor
while they sit up high in penthouse suites
eating their feasts, drinking the best wine,
as they sneer at the riff-raff drawing heavy strings
and pushing square wheels along concrete floors
in the moldy basement, thump thump?
We called the police. “There he is,” I said,
“at the…

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