jonathan asher gilbert*

I’m taking a tumblr holiday… see you in a few…

You whisper to my heart, so graciously that my ear never strains. You are a rock so wide, so safe… you have become an island of refuge. You carry me so well, so easily… I think I may have slept deeply enough to dream your heart… If this is the time, set me down, brush my face awake so I can see your smile, so i can see how far we’ve walked. It seems this journey of rolling hills and tumbling rivers, it’s one that spans as long as breath is breathing. I like this meadow, I like were you have brought me. And how ever far there is to go now, how ever long it takes… I’d rather you carry me… I want to dream your heart.

I was thinking today, we don’t really get to decide a whole lot about our lives.
If life were a movie, we’re at best just an actor, perhaps just an extra… we don’t get to cast, write, direct or produce any of this epic. And yet, every day we get to decide if we’re living a comedy or a tragedy - and that, that there informs everything else… I have decided that my life is not a tragedy, and never will be. Every twist and turn works for the good, isn’t it.

I can feel a big hearty blog post coming on… last time this happened I sat on it for 5 days and it went away. Thank God. I am currently sitting on my hands…. 4 more days to go.

Glimpses, they’re just glimpses - but they’re precious. Maybe it’s stillness, perhaps it’s called peace.

It rides away with the distant hum of motorbike gears, but only in it leaving has it even been there… It’s the moments lying in bed before you start listening to your pulse beating in your ear. It’s the laze before you realize you’ve started counting your eyelashes as you let the sun brush through your eyes. It’s the unthoughtabout wait watching a spider make a web. It’s staring at a candle till you see more brown and blue than orange and yellow. It’s listening for a tap’s next drip. It’s studying the curl of a single pillow fibre with one sleep heavy eye.

Tonight it was zoning out to bubbles running up a glass of beer.

Night night.

V1: Still wind, blow over me,
Still wind, blow over me,
Move me, break my silence,
Move me, stir my soul.
Still wind, blow over me.

V2: Still wind, blow over me,
Still wind, blow over me,
Clear away the old that remains,
Clear away, stir my soul.
Still wind, blow over me.

C: Only you can bring new life,
Only you can satify.
Only you can bring new life,
Only you can satisfy.
Only you can bring new life,
Only you can satisfy.
You’re my God - and you are good,
and, all you have is good for me….
So, blow - come blow over me…

B: You raise me high, when I’m on my knees,
You’re the joy that carries my pain,
You give me sight when I can not see,
You’re a light, living through me….

I really despise franchises that are anything other than passionate about their speciality. It’s not that I think that franchises are inherently wrong, but you really at the centre have to love what you do, have geeky interest - really know your stuff - take every oppertunity to improve your customer’s world with what you know. That has to be the centre.

For some the franchise model works, it’s a vehicle for them to drive this enthusiasm… right. But, lame arse convenience outlets that don’t give a fiddle about customer requirements, experience and then satisfaction - you suck. Even worse when you fake it. You’re making money based on a premise that I buy from you because you have a known name, when really - you should be making every effort to know my name…

Meh, back to work.

OK, I think this could be fun - the 1st of Nov is a Sunday, let’s get a Mo-Night on, get out the razors and start off…

116bpm:

As requested by Ash, here are the official Movember rules, as indicated by the Movember Foundation:

1. Each bro must start November with a clean shaven face.

2. Then for the entire month of November, each bro must grow and groom a moustache according to these rules:

There is to be no joining of the mo to the sideburns. That’s a beard.

There is to be no joining of the handlebars on the chin. That’s a goatee.

A small complimentary growth under the bottom lip is allowed (A.K.A. the tickler).

For further insight into the origins of Movember, and more official information, you can click here. Hope that helps Ash. Looking forward to seeing your Tom Selek.