Do Not Apply

I found this haiku on a xeroxed sheet tucked inside a book I bought from a charity sale, so I have no idea who the author is.  Pity, because I really like it:

I think for myself.
The warning signs do not apply
to an immortal.

I Am

Life at Midlife
by Mary Anne Perrone

I am no longer waiting for a special occasion; I burn the best candles on ordinary days.
I am no longer waiting for the house to be clean; I fill it with people who understand that even dust is Sacred.
I am no longer waiting for everyone to understand me; It’s just not their task.
I am no longer waiting for the perfect children; my children have their own names that burn as brightly as any star.
I am no longer waiting for the other shoe to drop; It already did, and I survived.
I am no longer waiting for the time to be right; the time is always now.
I am no longer waiting for the mate who will complete me; I am grateful to be so warmly, tenderly held.
I am no longer waiting for a quiet moment; my heart can be stilled whenever it is called.
I am no longer waiting for the world to be at peace; I unclench my grasp and breathe peace in and out.
I am no longer waiting to do something great; being awake to carry my grain of sand is enough.
I am no longer waiting to be recognized; I know that I dance in a holy circle.
I am no longer waiting for Forgiveness.
I believe, I Believe.

X, Y, & Z coordinates

We got to see Paul McCartney perform over the weekend.  He put on a great show, with an energy the belied his age.

I love the ephemeral nature of a concert.  For a certain price you get to be in a certain place at a certain time for something completely fleeting.  You can take a photo or a video if you want to, but watching it on a screen will never replace the feeling of being there, then.

If you don’t live in the moment, you miss it.