Falling or Flying

Thoughts of lost pals litter the years

leaving holes in hearts and unshed tears

Fingers for holding not doing their job

And yet, neither I nor they report being robbed.  (tbc)

My heart does not rest. While I sleep it feeds on the what ifs and whys. Every morning I wake to the anxiety of these dreams. Haunted throughout my day by the visions my heart thought to be true. If seeing is believing then let me close my eyes and stare… stare deep into my center to see what I already envisioned there.  (tbc.)

hitrecordjoe:

colchrishadfield:

With deference to the genius of David Bowie, here’s Space Oddity, recorded on Station. A last glimpse of the World.

Huge thanks in the making of the video to the talented trio of Emm Gryner, Joe Corcoran and Andrew Tidby, plus Evan Hadfield and all at the CSA.

Wow!  Well done, Commander.  And, welcome home! 

wryer:

A new drawing,“Optimist/Pessimist.”

wryer:

A new drawing,
“Optimist/Pessimist.”

wilwheaton:

Historians are going to look back in awe at this New Gilded Age of ours in which an utterly broken government functioned solely on behalf of the wealthy when it functioned at all, with open graft and corruption everywhere in spite of unprecedented access to citizen mobilization and information.

Take time!

Why can’t I reach?

People. Life. love. Communication. I try to feel the moment and wonder what it is here for. Is it mine to be held or shared. Do they notice when it is shared?  Or in that moment do they beleve it is theirs? Well I guess it is theirs as well. How about the feeling created when it is not shared. The absence of love. Selfishness. Ignorance. Why is communication so difficult for most people? Fear?

lovequotesrus:

EVERYTHING LOVE..