Category: Mantras

Are we there yet?

You take the trip to get to your destination.

Sometimes, you can’t wait to get to your destination.

Sometimes, you don’t want to get to your destination.

Sometimes, you don’t want the trip to end.

The trip always ends.

The trip doesn’t always end where or when you expect.

Are we there yet?

Stop and smell the roses.

Not all roses are worth smelling.

The roses that are worth smelling look like the roses not worth smelling.

The gas station roses are never worth smelling.

Stop and smell the roses.

We’re not stopping to smell any more roses, or we’ll never get there.

Do we have any snacks?

No one likes a hangry passenger.

Well, no one likes a hangry driver!

You should have packed more snacks.

It’s not always my job to pack the snacks!

Sometimes, it’s always your job to pack the snacks.

There are never enough snacks.

Are we there yet?

Mom, he poked me!

Stay on your side of the car.

It’s hard to remember which side of the car is yours when you’re bored.

She started it!

Sometimes, she did start it.

Usually, it doesn’t matter who started it.

Do I need to come back there and end it?

You will never end it.

Are we there yet?

Four horses!

They’re mine, I saw them first!

You can’t find horses if you’re not looking.

Cemetery, you lost all your horses!

I’m not even playing!

You are always playing.

Are we there yet?

What’s that smell?

I think it was the dog.

Sometimes, it is the dog.

Sometimes, he who smelt it, did dealt it.

Often, it’s just a turkey farm.

Are we there yet?

You will never be there.

You will always be here.

You will never be anywhere but here.

Making is saying yes.

Saying yes leads to making.

Making leads to choices.

Choices lead to decisions.

Decisions lead to action.

Decisions are not permanent.

Nothing is permanent. Not even permanent marker.

It’s a lady’s prerogative to change her mind.

Minds aren’t where ideas come from.

Ideas come from broken headphones curves of paths frays on sweaters snippets of conversations rhythms of lovers breath.

Ideas also come from knock knock jokes candy corn hot topic sitcoms nachos indigestion upset stomach diarrhea hey pepto bismol.

Ideas are wild things, that curl into your brain through your eyes and ears and touch, and make a nest and start having baby ideas with the other wild ideas.

Not all baby ideas are good ideas.

Some baby ideas are downright terrible.

Terrible ideas can still have baby ideas.

Sometimes, the babies from terrible ideas are amazing ideas.

Minds are where ideas grow up, but not where they should live.

A full mind overflows, but is never full.

Making without purpose is not making.

Anything can be a purpose.

Making is done with your hands, but also your brain, but also your frustration, but also your joy, and also sometimes hot glue.

Hot glue burns your hands, but eventually it won’t.

Calloused hands are the outward sign of perseverence.

There is no such thing as making from scratch.

There’s no such thing as Do-it-yourself.

Making is community.

Making makes community.

Nothing is made without context.

Context is made through connection.

Connections are people, but also places, but also books, but also history, but also bolts, screws, nails, rope, duct tape, hope, prayers, dreams.

To make something is to make yourself; make yourself proud, make yourself frustrated, make yourself happy, make yourself better, make yourself confused, make yourself contented.

Confusion makes better ideas than clarity.

Never trust clarity, Pigeon, clarity always lies.

Clarity means you don’t have all the information.

If you think you know what you’re doing, try doing it differently. But safely. Wait. Stop. What are you doing. Don’t hold a drill like that.

Sometimes, there’s only one way to do a thing.

Sometimes, you don’t need to re-invent the wheel.

Sometimes, you re-invent the wheel so you know why wheels are round.

Sometimes, you just need to know.

Needing to know is usually the first step to making a mess.

Making a mess IS still making. But, you have to clean it up yourself, I’m not your mother.

Making mistakes is making.

You can’t learn anything without making mistakes.

Mistakes are the worst thing, temporarily.

Mistakes are the best thing, long term. This might not be true, but it sounds good.

If it sounds like a good idea, and looks like a good idea, it still might be a terrible idea.

Terrible ideas can have excellent PR teams.

Sometimes, all you have are terrible ideas.

Don’t be afraid of terrible ideas.

A terrible idea is infinitely better than no idea.

There’s no such thing as a terrible idea.

Nature is cyclical.

Life is cyclical.

Winter becomes spring becomes summer becomes fall becomes winter.

Feeding cows becomes calving becomes fixing fence becomes haying becomes feeding cows.

Good neighbors make good fences.

Good fences show that someone cares.

You have to fix your own fences, if you want your cows to stay put.

The left half is yours to fix. This is never discussed.

There will always be fence to fix.

The same fences will always need fixing.

The same fence will never be the same.

The same fence never surrounds the same pasture.

The pasture is the grass dams birds coyotes dirt bones roots rabbits winds sun sky.

Every pasture is the same.

Every pasture is unique.

The pasture is just prairie without the fence.

The pasture is just prairie with a fence.

The pasture is the prairie.

The prairie is not a pasture, or the pasture, or any pasture, or all the pastures.

The prairie is barren, devoid of life. At least, when viewed from the highway.

The prairie is teeming with life, if you stop to look.

The prairie is nothing but life, if you look too close.

Life is nothing but the prairie, if you look too far.

The birds sing, but actually whistle, but actually neither.

Vultures are signs of life, formerly.

That kildeer’s wing isn’t broken. Birds are liars.

Turtles show up when you least expect them.

Sometimes, there are fish in the puddles. How did you get there, fish?

Not all rattlesnakes rattle.

Post holes are excellent ways to catch salamanders.

Sometimes, the hill is too steep to drive up.

Sometimes, the hill is too steep to walk down.

Sometimes, that rock is a fossil.

Most of the time, that rock is a rock.

Very infrequently, that rock was actually an unexpected turtle.

Sometimes, the buffalo berry bush is a fence all by itself.

Unfortunately, the poison ivy is never a fence all by itself.

Sometimes, the poison ivy can keep that pair of fence pliers.

Sometimes, that was your last pair of fence pliers.

Always, you wonder when you’ll be done fixing fence.

Always, you’ll be fixing fence.

Always, you’ll be fixing.

Always, you’ll be.

Always.