It's Friday the 13th.  The day of triskaidekaphobia, fear of Friday the 13th.  Just think:

• If you cut your hair on Friday the 13th, someone in your family will die.
• If a funeral procession passes you on Friday the 13th, you will be the next to die.
• Do not start a trip on Friday or you will encounter misfortune.
• If you break a mirror on Friday the 13th, you will have seven years of bad luck.
• A child born on Friday the 13th will be unlucky for life.
• Ships that set sail on a Friday will have bad luck.
• If you walk under a ladder or if a black cat crosses you on Friday the 13th, you will have bad luck.

Really?  Well, I'm a strong believer in as you believe, so shall you experience.  That's because I also believe wherever or on whatever you focus your attention, you will attract and manifest in your life.  I do it all the time.  Currently I have been manifesting and attracting many reasons and excuses not to write and not to work on photography, my two "artistic passions", or so I say.  But I focus on the the reasons I can't, and, voila, they become real...at least for a while.  

Okay, so maybe there is some spurious evidence that Friday the 13th is unlucky.  But when you just look at it realistically, it is just another day.  It is what it is, a day a of the week with a number attached...both a part of a man-made system of numbers and calendars.  Believe what you will, but, know, as I have come to know,  it's all in our way of looking at things.  And, hey, I just wrote this blog about not writing et al, so I guess I really believed I could all along!  See what I mean?

It's your lucky day.

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Note: This is another rerun from one of my old blogs.  This was published on May 3, 2009.  I am away for a few days and so far things have not brought much to blog about.  Well, actually, they have.  I'm just not ready to write them. Maybe that's why this blog spoke to me...again.

Having an open heart is actually quite a responsibility.  By keeping your heart open, 24/7, as the sign implies, you run the risk of it getting broken.  An open heart leaves you vulnerable to being hurt or taken advantage of.  Yet I seem to always come to the conclusion that it is always worth the risk.  After all, a heart of stone is worse than no heart at all.

"I would rather have eyes that cannot see; ears that cannot hear; lips that cannot speak, than a heart that cannot love."  --Robert Tizon.

That, my friend, is where I find myself.  My heart is open.  Sometimes I run the risk of taking on things that are more than I care to.  Sometimes I may love blindly, love silently and not speak love's name, but ultimately the councilation is that I indeed do love.

"And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love."  1 Corinthians 13:13

You can have faith in love, in its power, its magic, its healing powers.  You can have hope of love, that it will come, that love will indeed be yours.  But the greatest of these three things, faith, hope and love, is indeed love, for without love, what are we?  Love makes faith real and hope a reality.

I am keeping this old ticker open for as long as it keeps me alive.  And if I am lucky, the love I experience will go on long after I am gone.
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"Near, far, where ever you are.  I believe that the heart does go on."  -- Titanic 1997