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One small light.

November 20, 2008 | 3 Comments

Today, I was going to write about the difficulties of being at my parents’ house as a young adult. After all, I have been here for 33 days and am beginning to feel like a 25 year-old teenager.  But yesterday, I caught part of a movie during my lunch break and one of the quotes stayed with me.

I’m sure you know the story of Anne Frank. In the movie that I was watching, Miep Gies, the now elderly woman who hid Anne Frank and others, visits a classroom of students to talk about her experience. One of the students calls Miep a hero.
Miep replies, “We are all ordinary people, but even an ordinary secretary or a housewife or a teenager can, within their own small way, turn on a small light in a dark room.”

I looked at my dad, a bit speechless. Sometimes such simple truths have a way of taking your words away.

Maybe that’s why we’re all here. Maybe we’re put in this universe to see and observe the world as only we can - and to turn on a few small lights as we encounter darkness along the way.

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When it comes to dating, is age really just a number?

For the first time in my life, I’m in a serious relationship in which there exists an age gap; I’m 25, my boyfriend is 19. There’s a little more than six years difference between us. It got me thinking about this whole “age” thing.

I’d suggest that age is, at best, a potential indicator for the connection between two people. Keyword being potential.

Though I find all people to be infinitely beautiful, I’m generally attracted to guys in my age bracket. But, of course, there are exceptions. Case in point: Rob Marciano, meteorologist for CNN. He’s one tall glass of yum. And then there’s Brad Pitt, a man who will always be hot regardless of the passage of time.

But relationships are about more than attraction.

When it comes to the internal relationship factors like personality, goals, values and the like, age is just one of many elements shaping these multifaceted expressions of our individuality. For a 25 year old, I regard myself as pretty immature. My boyfriend, on the other hand, is quite mature. In other words, we probably meet somewhere in the middle.

I know a lot of very childish 40 and 50-somethings. And I know many very grown-up young adults. Sure, more 50-year olds are mature than 18 year-olds, but there are countless exceptions on either side.

A similar argument can be made around life experience. I know some 40 year olds that have lived in the same town their whole life, working one or two jobs in the same field. Alternatively, I know some 20 year olds that have been thrown out of their homes, lived on the streets and somehow managed to overcome the obstacles of their situation.

So there you have it. Age, like time, is something we humans make up. Really, it tells us nothing about a person.

And therefore, I don’t have to feel like a pedophile dating someone 6 years my junior.

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Introducing talkinator.

November 18, 2008 | 20 Comments

A whole lot of blog buddies have emailed me about creating a chat room on the blog.

Today, I’m thrilled to launch talkinator! It’s a chatroom that right in the sidebar of our blog. Go look. See it? You don’t even need to create an account… you just start typing. It couldn’t be easier.

I’ll even chat things up with all of you from time to time. But chatters beware - I’m sure there will be many Davey Wavey impersonators out there!

Meanwhile, enjoy the chat - and, as always, your feedback is definitely appreciated!

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Monkey see.

November 18, 2008 | 20 Comments

Over the years, my parents have always wondered why they keep finding footprints on the ceiling.

Now you know.

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Last call!

November 17, 2008 | Comments Off

Only a few days remain to suggest a charity for our end of the year fundraiser. Click here to learn more or to suggest a charity.

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Playing God.

November 17, 2008 | 21 Comments

I often chuckle when human beings give God human characteristics.

The idea of an old man floating around in the clouds with a long, white beard doesn’t resonate with the concept of divinity that I’ve come to know. So often we personify God with the human characteristics of judgment, wrath, anger and the like. As if God even emotes or feels or listens. In actuality, God must be so beyond any of these things; God must be so grand and great that the very idea would shatter our tiny, human brains if ever truly beheld and comprehended.

But then, not more than 3 minutes ago, I realized that God does experience emotion. He does feel and listen. He even daydreams. I realized that God is, in actuality, very human. Perhaps my Sunday School teacher was right all along.

Sometimes, God even gets horny.

(In fact, he is right now.)

How do I know? Because I am God.

And so are you. Want proof? Some sandal-clad hippie once said, “the Kingdom of God is inside you, and all around you, not in mansions of wood and stone. Split a piece of wood… and I am there, lift a stone… and you will find me.”

And now, from the book of Davey Wavey (Chapter 8, verse 19): “Look in the mirror and there I am. Laugh with a friend and you will hear my merriment. Hold your lover and feel my embrace.”

We all share in a great energy that runs through creation. Some of you call this energy God. Some of you call it YHWH or Allah or Jesus. Whatever you call it, there it is - here it is. In you. In me. And in everyone in between.

Tonight, as I create my world, I will honor the divinity that dwells within me. And I will honor the divinity that I see in all of you, Gods and Goddesses in embryo.

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Daydreaming.

November 17, 2008 | 52 Comments

Caught in the morning rays,
my thoughts lift upwards
and drift between the sky and stars,
dancing to the rhythm of creation.

Into a quiet pool,
my dreams
drop

like pebbles.

Ripples through time and space.

What are you daydreaming about? 

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In this day and age, it sounds self-centered to talk about self-love. But as the good man Dr. Wayne Dyer reminds us: “Loving others starts with loving myself. If you don’t love yourself, nobody else will. Not only that - you won’t be good at loving anyone else. Loving starts with the self.”

Last night, I was talking with the boyfriend about our first impressions of each other. The first thing he noticed about me was my voice. I often forget how shrill my voice is - you’ve heard the talky blogs. You know what I’m talking about. I guess I’m just used to it. I thought to myself, “I don’t want people to be turned away by my voice - I wonder how I can make my voice deeper?”

Today, I remind myself that my voice is my voice - even if, on a good day, it breaks glass and sends cats running. Our culture isn’t always going to embrace each aspect of our being - but that doesn’t mean that we, as individuals, shouldn’t accept and nurture the complete essence that we are. Shrill voice and all.

If you lack compassion or strive for a healthier lifestyle, acceptance doesn’t mean that you can’t work towards a more loving or stronger you - it just means that you love yourself as you are, even as you work towards the goals that will bring a higher level of fulfillment to your life.

How many times have you heard the saying, “Stop and smell the roses”? Perhaps the universe is trying to tell us something. I believe that if we slow down, relax and learn to appreciate the beauty in all of creation, we’ll see the beauty in ourselves - both externally and internally. Seeing the beauty around you - and it is everywhere around you - is a powerful step in the journey of self love.

Today, I will cultivate my relationship with myself.

Today, I will stop and smell the roses.

Today, I will express gratitude for the dog-whistle that is my voice.

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In case you haven’t received the memo, taking over YouTube is part of the gay agenda. Educate yourself with the talky blog below:

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O-M-G.

November 15, 2008 | 64 Comments

I just saw my dad’s penis.

Traumatized.

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