Go with the Flow

Go with the Flow
Struggle is rowing up stream with one paddle when everything you want is down the river

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Twinkle, Twinkle

When I was young, in front of my house was a star. Year before I was born, my grandfather had diligently marked it out as a flower bed in the big front garden. By the time I arrived on the scene, my grandfather was gone, the star had sunk and was filled with grass.

For me is was my favourite place in the world. I sat in one of the stars spokes and gazed up into the sky. It didn't matter if it was day or night. It was a place to dream of other planets, great adventures and men landing on the moon.

Today the star is gone from the garden replaced by a drive for two cars. But its memory still lives on and when I close my eyes I am there again, traveling through the stars.

To my long gone grandfather, thank you for the dreams.

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