eclectika

A Hair Upon His Pillow by Nabih Saliba A hair upon his pillow The scent of old perfume Both obvious reminders Someone else had shared his room There's laughter in the shower And a shirt still on the floor Just another indicator Of a night that is no more The lipstick on his collar Has been washed but still exists Like many other memories It's faded but persists The picture in his wallet Holds a copy of her smile He'd look at it quite often Though he hasn't in a while Her clothes hang in the closet Her toothbrush by the sink Now every time he sees them It makes him stop and think The bottles on the counter The wheelchair by the bed Not the promise of tomorrow But what happened here instead There's a hair upon his pillow Not a taunt to bring him strife But a blessed testimony Someone else had shared his life

A Little About A Lot By Nabih Saliba To know a lot about a little Or a little about a lot Is a thing we should consider But in practice often not If a lot about a little Then an expert you will be Of the few things you have studied Or have done repeatedly Should you choose a lighter focus For the things that you can learn Then your interests will be wider With all details no concern If an expert on a subject Or someone who knows a lot Be it narrow or unfocused Make the most of what you’ve got In the end it only matters If you help your fellow man Use what knowledge you’ve been given To help us be the best we can To know a lot about a little Or a little about a lot Is not the thing that matters But in practice means a lot.

Long overdue, I've decided to add another post to my paltry collection on musings. In the years since I last published anything here, may things have happened in my life. While there have been my share of missteps, I've had quite a few personal victories too. I think the break from writing has been a good one but now I believe that it's time to start things up again with this blog. Life has a way of moving quickly whether or not you're watching it go by. It doesn't seem as if a great amount of time has passed but simply looking at the last time I posted anything here tells a different tale entirely. My children have grown significantly and I'm inches away from losing my "cool" status with them–I suppose that cherishing any status with the label "cool" automatically invalidates my worthiness. I've changed careers, lost loved ones and even adopted a small dog. With so much going on, there should be plenty to share in the coming posts. ...

If you're a glutton for the obscure or simply enjoy peering into someone else's rambling interests, welcome. I figured I'd try my hand at this 'Blog' thing so here I am. Not really sure exactly what I'll post here or if I'll even post again but I'm writing now. I hope to use all the various tools out there which make it possible to journal, share and archive whatever pops into my head. I have to admit, they did make this whole journaling thing quite easy to do. With the threat of a possible audience, perhaps it will motivate me to be a bit more regular with my visits to 'blogville.' One can hope ;)