9/30/2004: September, is...

...to me, among the 12 months, the most symbolic. The word origin itself means a partition, or that which marks a change, as in the changing of the seasons that occurs at this month, from summer to fall. It is at this time that the warmth of summer finally give way to the cool breeze of autumn, the shedding of what once were bright leaves of green now turned fiery red, orange or brown. It portends that indeed winter is not far behind. It was in September that love once came to visit. It was in September that death once made it’s claim. Two co-workers have bade their goodbye yesterday, hopefully moving on to greater things. One precious life made earth it’s home, 3 months too soon, delighting the world with its innocence and fragility, but no more than 11 days it chose to come back to heaven, leaving us longing, the parents most of all in heartbreaking tears. Yesterday, Jayden’s body was buried in earth but his spirit ‘s presence firmly alive in our memory. September is not a time of farewells or heartbreaks or death. On the contrary, it is a time of renewal, of remembering, and of looking forward to the promise of better, happier seasons.

9/04/2004: I believe in the power of choice...

The difference between a happy man and a sad regretful man is that one of them made a great choice somewhere. One of them knew the perfect use of one’s power to choose. There is a new age theory about parallel universes where in each universe exists an aspect of us, each aspect a product of all the possibilities of ourselves, our choices. Example, in a major decision point where the options are endless, there is one universe where an aspect of ourselves is living out the consequences/benefits of option 1; in another we live out the consequences of option 2; another of option 3; up to option infinity. It then becomes up to us to decide whether this universe that we know of is the universe where we realize that best version of ourselves.

9/01/2004: Let’s call him Tito Ponsing...

Tito Ponsing is 60ish, but his ideas of love and romance continue to be true and relevant to those of our age who remain befuddled on the subject. Over drinks, he generously shares his thoughts, about women, the importance of finding someone you truly passionately would love for the rest of your life. He comes across as a Casanova, but who happens to also know that it is still important to come home to the one you love. He says the secret to a woman’s true affections is a man’s full honesty. The ladies overhearing unanimously agree. Tito Ponsing imparted a lot of brilliant gems that night. He is eloquent, almost peotic when he rolls the words from his mouth, like Cyrano de Bergerac giving his sons a lesson or two on love or women, that which he knows best, in his characteristic fashion. I wish I had a pen at the time to write them all down and maybe make a book of it. But it’s fun, to have someone like him, to have him for a Tito and be the wise one to guide us through the tricky paths of romance. Here is a man who’s seen it all, a man who has figured out her woman’s secret, and knows that which is always important. The secret, it turns out, is no secret at all.