Pin The Tail On The Donkey

One surefire approach to infuse laughter into a childs party is to have them play "pin the tail on the donkey".

A child is handed the tail of a donkey, and is blindfolded. The child is escorted just a few steps from a a large tailess donkey that is posted on a wall. Just before the child can take its first step, the child is spun around several times~~~ and then is instructed to attach the tail!

  As an adult, I muse how we all still play that game! We see our goals so clearly, we know how and what we must do... In our hands we hold the piece that will complete the picture! Yet, before we take a step, we are blindfolded by our selfishness, and spun aroun around by our emotions...and are left to wander aimlessly towards our target!

   Like those children I must laugh, seeing how close I am ....and yet, through my own procrastinations, it is I who ends up wearing the tail!

      To all, Have a Marvelous 2005 and hope that your tail winds up on the right donkey!

                                      Marc :)

Freedom

There are some who come to this junction and ask........"is this it?.....is this what life is all about?    I have given from my heart, I have sacrificed the better parts of time.....all for this?"    Unafraid to ask they continue, "have I  been loved enough, have I been given what I deserve?, have I received  all the acknowledgement I should have?" The inner coil unwinds scattering feelings in disarray.   Making it even more difficult to establish "what is enough". For the ones who always ask,  they are rarely  satisfied, as they always focus on what should be coming to them.

"I saw a man on a wooden crutch

he called out to me and said

"why ask for so much".

I saw a woman standing

in her darkened door

she called out to me and said

"why not ask for more?".

Like a bird, on a wire

like some drunk in a midnight choir

I have tried in my way

to be free.     --Leonard Cohen  (Bird On A Wire)

-----------Freedom exists in the giving, with only the longing that your breaths have added a measure of light in this galaxy-----------------

Wishing Peace and Blessings to all......Marc

First Kiss

....skating back in time I can recall that tender age of 13. I first noticed girls batting their eylids at me, calling my name cutely, and teased me for attention. I was naive in noticing that it was "nature calling". When the time came for my first kiss, I was too shy and clumbsy to live up to her expectations. Word quickly spread, I was a terrible kisser!  At 13, there are no second chances!!  My reputation preceded my boyhood charm and good looks! The girls on the block had turned stone cold on me! I was devastated...and for the next few years, I avoided being placed in a close up puckering position. (aww)

    I watched T.V. shows and movies carefully.....I studied how James Bond would lock lips with his leading ladies....Gregory Peck, Cary Grant, Kirk Douglas...I watched them all, and observed. Through this careful observation I discovered that kissing was not just about lips being locked together, but it was the  intimate formation two souls, using the lips as a conduit for their passion. The passion of two souls!

    Many years passed, and in one night, the phobia was laid to rest, as I fell into the eyes of another and she whispered the words into my ear..."oh Marc, where did you ever learn to kiss like that?"

"How much abuse are you willing to take

You can't tell from that first kiss

whats a sweetheart like you

doing in a place like this?".....Bob Dylan (Sweetheart Like You)

Wish there was a river I could skate away on

There is a blissful chill cutting across South Florida.....a chill that elicits memories of my youthful days in the North.  Holiday lights are illuminating the dark corners of  quiet streets....if you place your ear close enough into the wind, you can hear the laughter of children....the joy of their innocense.........somewhere in that chilly breeze are remnants of mine....just wish I could find a river that I could skate away on!

The Guests

One by one the guests arive / the guests are coming through

The open hearted many, the broken hearted few.

But no one knows where this night is going

No one knows why the wine is flowing.

Those who dance begin to dance

those who weep begin.

"welcome" cries a voice,

"let all my guests come in"

and all go stumbling through that hose

in urgency saying "reveal yourself, why hast thou forsaken me?"

No one knows where the night is going.      (Leonard Cohen ..."The Guests)