NAPKIN WORDS #28 2011 - Dedicated to Mike Prevor

1. WE SHOULD TRY
We always should try, no, even insist, that we
can be all things wondrous to others.

Our only sadness is reality. We are asking of
ourselves to do the impossible.

Setting aside that reality is what makes life so
wonderful, for if we don’t, imagine that all we
accomplish of our life is doing minor things for
some people, and nothing for most people.

I can tell you this, my joy in life has always been
to try the impossible. That is my reality!

2. OFFERING THE BEAM OF LIFE
We are known as “wisdom people.” if we are
willing to offer to all our easy, genuine smile.

We remain unknown, or even worse, called
names, if all we show to others are ugly frowns
along with disfiguring smirks.

Become known, offer smiles throughout your
years.

Become known as wise, part of the ever growing
crowd of people from around the world we now
have named the “Wisdom People!”

3. HERE IS THE PROBLEM
One of the great mysteries of life: Why is it,
so many people believe that they are so special,
that they can take a cruise around the world
without having the means, so that they could
leave the shores that borders their home?

Yes, they can learn of other people and other
places by many means; movies, books, internet,
etc. But that is only knowledge of people and
places, that is not the adventure of meeting other
people on their special shores. Mystery answered!

4. THE BEAUTIFUL WAY OF SEASONS
If you are willing to dress up for life, life is more
than willing to dress up for you.

Spring, Summer, Winter, Fall are just a few of the
ways life will meet your sparkle!

5. ASK THE MANY WHO BECAME
Heroes are most often the plainest of citizens, doing
foolish deeds of bravery while later admitting
how cowardly they felt.

That is always how freedom from tyranny comes
about!

6. HUNGER
That great reminder of human failure!

 

MEMORIES OF AN ITALIAN RESTAURANT

Suspended in time, dark green ivy tore at columned trellises
which displayed bottles of brightness, glittering glimpses
lighting labels of midnight dark wines, leaning in repose of
readiness. When poured, glass containers offered smiles
of seduction, yet another fluid needed when one is in love
with occurrences of life.

Bright clothed tables, replete with laughter, marvels of
strangers, families, bathed in glimmers of trusted love,
and giggles of youngish infatuations. Each platform of
food glowed in a shining delight as if Gypsies were reading fortunes in whispered asides; predicting to all, those
arriving pleasures, tastes of a kitchen long thought gone.

Enticed by wines mysterious glow, at aromas of food dancing, I watched friends offering wise English humor to ancients, old in theirs. Lilting European voices of waiters trained in ways
singing glories of their birth, those paternal habits inherited
over time from an eternal land of long, abundant meals, served upon platter after platter of memory. An emotion of family,
where even strangers become friends who wished to return.
Home is home, such is truth if one dines well in an adopted
space.

Ready to leave, wayfarers and friends paid their passage,
trips in time where food ruled just, while ambiance of kindness
offered its visa, stamped with images of why journeys smile.
Leave your tomorrows for tomorrow, this night recall upon
pillows of your dreams, miracles of passing, as each drop of sand in that hourglass of life whispers, weave joyous praise
upon a long nights passing. Hushes yet held mightily, as if the clock had stopped.

by Edward Hunter