Old fashioned to a certain degree. I laugh every chance I get. I have a love for the outdoors and anything that involves me being on, or in the water. Seeing a red sky at sunset, and the green glow of plankton kayaking recently made me feel how great it is to be alive, here and now.
And I seek to share the wide range of experience that life brings. Sharing an endorphin high is a real one.
I have been constantly reinventing myself, thinking way outside the box.
I believe in the law of attraction. Random events that seem unlikely to be merely coincidence, yet happen more frequently than they seemingly should. I spent a number of years in my early 20′s road tripping and meditating. I think that thought has an energy whose impacts manifest reality, and shape it in very specific ways.
I enjoy listening, more than talking about myself, but a free exchange of ideas, on topics ranging from the latest episode of NOVA, The Discovery Channel, or The New Yorker (which recently rated this site as the best on the worldwide web!) is great. I find mutual interests in any relationship to be fulfilling, in life's explorations.
And I like some silliness, and being playful(tape paper fish-poissons d'Avril-cutouts to people on April Fool's day, in the French tradition!), crossword puzzles, Scrabble.
Watch a sunset without speaking.
It is a thrill for me to paint together, or create a sculpture from found objects. Exercise, creating new healthy meals(fish and salads are big on my menu!), laughing at life, and ourselves, builds a strong connection.
We should take life one day at a time. Some days we think it's all going our way, and then, suddenly it all gets pulled out from under you, so you start getting really good at guarding your heart..so good that you forget that you are doing it. It is rare to be in love again, to be light-hearted, to dance.
On my last kayak of the year on the upper Charles river ten days ago, I paddled down from at nice Dedham put-in, as the sun warmed things up, and passed a stretch where the river comes close to Route 1. I looked at the willows and elms along the bank near the four lanes of constant traffic, in their still colorful late Fall tones, and I thought that they were so at peace with themselves to grow there, where they stood for many years, even though they are not in the serene and natural landscapes of countless numbers of their peers. I stopped paddling, drifted with the current, and cried. I was overwhelmed. Upset that I have often found myself to be unhappy in environments I am sometimes in, but I should appreciate what they may offer in the flow of people, and nuances of each. I realized I should be content with where I have gone in life, where I am now, and savor the great luxury of being able to move forward, and to see new horizons. I put my paddle back in the water, and went several miles further, around bends, many revealing beautiful new landscapes, several white herons standing erect, and even a turtle on a fallen tree, with many grey branches, several of the tips of which brushed against my head as I glided under it. I paddled swiftly back, as the sun set, feeling somehow renewed and invigorated!
I wrote this, inspired by many trips into the wilderness I have taken this year, including Yosemite, and the Tetons :
If we will some day see some light
Is that her coming towards me
The fish school
The birds fly high
The dolphins speak
We are closer to seeing
That we are free
We might see through the trees
So we can go together
The seeds sprout
The horses run
The lions roar
We are moved to wonder
In time to be with one another?
Let us go down the road
With light steps then
The waters beckon
The skys glow
The world is magical
How amazing will the journey be
We can't yet even see
And about how we all strive to find the right person, the perfect match, and hope to change the course of our lives, inspired by Hamlet's soliloquy:
Will it be, or won't it be-that is my question
Whether 'tis braver in my mind to ponder
The dings and narrows of being out, and dating fortune,
Or to take you in my arms in a sea of bubbles
And, by reposing, send them. To lie, to sleep
So much more-and by a sleep to say we send
The heart to wake, and the thousand natural thoughts
That mesh with our heritage, too-'tis a consummation
Sweetly to be dished. To lie close, to sleep
To weep, perchance to dream of love. Ay, there's a rub.
For in what we reap from life what dreams may come?
When we have shuffled on this immortal soil
One must give us applause. There's the mutual respect
That we make calamari on so long a night.
For who would bare their hips to the scorns of time,
Th' obsesser's thong, the proud guy's contumacy,
The pangs of unrequited love, the jaw that does not say,
The incidents of all of us, and the turns
That patience merits of your worthy aches,
When she herself might he quiet make
With her bare bodice? Who would farewells hear
To hunt and be sweet under a cheery life,
But that the head of someone after we've met,
The undiscovered country from whence we're born
No lover returns, nuzzles this thrill
And makes us gather and hear those untils we have
Than fly to others that we know nothing of?
A total departure from "I'm just your average guy". It's refreshing not being a lawyer. :-)