When I got up this morning, a bald eagle swooped by and perched in the tree I can see from my bed... He's still there!
Radical
Unearth your roots
Shake ‘em at the sky
Uphold your traditions
Hold up your radical
Hold down your fort
Breathe easily, not queasily
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Find and mine what’s obvious
By opening your eyes wider
Wide enough to take in
What you thought was forever outlawed
Wide enough to put out
A part of you you forgot
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Love more
Love your weird self
Love what’s aching to come out
Love what struggles to get in
Unbind your weariness
And offer it to the sunrise
Express your weird self but
Keep it simple
Don’t be afraid to ask
And unlearn whatever’s holding you back
-- Stephen Silha, April 9, 2010 (my 60th birthday)
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Happy 60th, dear Stephen, all the way from beautiful Oakland. I remember when you turned up on my Vashon doorstep on the morning of my 50th (11 long years ago now), bearing a beautiful piece of dark green glass that today graces one of the bookcases in my office. Hope your birthday was grand and that the year to come will be also.
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