It amazes me what we subject each other to in relationships but perhaps the most foremost to me is this idea of a quiet delusion that we all seem to suffer at least once in our lifetimes. When things first start out, we are so fascinated by the outer layers of a human being that we fabricated or create these idealistic notions of the inner layers of an individual. We delude ourselves into truly believing that our delusions are real, that those characteristics are a summation of who that person really is. As time goes on we start to see their inner lights, their true selves and then we do the unthinkable—we accuse them of changing.


The truth is, they never changed (okay maybe just a little). We just fabricated a fantasized view of them that is just a shallow breath from perfection. Then we try to mold them, bend them into what we want them to be. And when they fail—we break their hearts and spirits for failing the impossible. How dare we?

Solution: Get to know a person before jumping into a pool in the dead of winter naked… if you end up loving who they are then great!

if not?: Find someone who fits or comes pretty damn close to your ideals.

Here is a haiku followed by a poem about delusion(ok not really but read it anyway):

So, I love haikus and I honestly think that it should be a primary mode of communication. So I’ve decided that perhaps a poem constructed out of Haikus would be just lovely. So here it is for your enjoyment.

So, everyone knows that I appreciate the simple things that most people tend to ignore. They do not do so on purpose but instead do so because of circumstance. That circumstance is the state of being busy. I do my best to take time out to appreciate those simple things and share them with you. While walking Bailey (my Youzer and gateway to my muse, Nature), I saw a most beautiful, peaceful scene. There was big Willow Tree swaying the tranquil breeze in the center of a clearing. So I have constructed a Haiku in its honor which could not be more symbolic. The origin of both the Willow Tree and the phenomenon that is the Haiku is Japan. So here is the Tree, followed by the Haiku.

I know many of you have most likely read Lowry's "The Giver". A few days ago while reflecting the theme of the novel, I also reflected upon the idea that a complete utopia = a complete dystopia. Many fundamental moral questions ran across my mind. And these questions stemmed from the basic human need for love and to be in a romantic relationship. Then my mind aimlessly wondered to relationships and how they fall apart. I considered that one person is often defective. Then I wondered if an individual could be turned in for a newer model. The answer is yes. It is being done everyday, and not only in relationships but at the workplace. How many times does an employee become slower than usual, not as precise and then the next week there is some younger more efficient person in their place? On the relationship front, how many men have turned their wives in for younger, more beautiful women? They treat women like their electronics. Or worse, like their cars, they are prized until something newer, faster, sleeker and sexier comes along. And who can blame them? Its partially our fault... the newer versions I mean. We allow these men to mistreat other women so that they can run behind us when in truth, what has been done to the goose can and will be done to the gander... Just a matter of time. Typical example Tom Brady, he left a pregnant Moynahan, for Giselle. How long before Giselle becomes obsolete? Only time will tell. Just a thought...

A Haiku:
Relationship are
Our Modern Dystopia
Old Replaces New

Anyone who knows and understands me, must be both, is aware of my appreciation of the simple things in life. Things we often take forgranted or are too busy or self-absorbed to notice. I have a heart condition that also gave me an irregular heartbeat. Sometimes I can feel and hear my heart stop beating every 4th rotation. I had a scare when I was 20 and I was certain that I was going to die. This experience made me stop and realize that things I gave so much weight, weren't at all important. It was those things that I had never given a thought about, that was suddenly important. Things like my mother's quirky smile when her favourite show airs, my brother's constant babbling about conspiracy theories, my stepmother's beautiful Trinidadian accent, my father's smiling eyes, my older sister's lingo, my older brother's impressions, my stepfather's humour, and the new life that graces this earth in my nephews and godchildren. Those small things have never been more profoundly precious to me and though I sometimes have to be reminded of their weight, I still find those things fascinating.




I guess that is why I enjoy nature. I love the moon close to midnight. I appreciate sun's warmth and direction. I love to follow the roots of trees and sometimes take a moment to touch the soil that provides the nutrients necessary to those roots which have been around for perhaps hundreds of years. Nature is a thing of simple beauty and yet, most of us walk by them everyday without a thought. Well, I thought I would share with you all, my Pet Mushrooms, as a twitter friend of mine so aptly named them. Whenever I walk by this old tree stump, there would be just a few mushrooms, maybe a bunch of three. By midnight, there are three more bunches, in the morning several more. That is so amazing and beautiful to me. Their proliferation and multiplication is accelerated. It almost seems like the blink of an eye. Enough of my babbling, here are the photos of my Pet Mushrooms.