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A Kiss on the Beach (A short story)

A Kiss on the Beach
By Chip Wiegand

The beaches are empty these days, what with the pandemic and people being afraid to go outside. And rightly so, for the most part. Yes, stay away from crowds, but it is still okay to go out to natural areas that aren’t crowded, and that is what I do. I visit the beach every day, walk barefoot in the warm sand, in the warm water, letting it splash up on me. And me alone, because as I said, the beaches are a lonely place these days.

But then a friend said she wanted to come visit me and she wanted to go to the beach. She shaid she was tired of staying inside all day every day, she was going stir-crazy.

“Of course you can come over here to visit, I would love that!” I told her. I was really hungry for company.

She arrived in the morning the next day, ready to attack the beach come hell or high water. And we did just that. She changed into her beach clothes – short shorts and a crop top, and I into gym shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt. It was only 10am, and the day was promising to be perfect.

We walked down the road, downhill, to the beach talking about this and that. There was a gentle breeze blowing her long golden brown hair around her shoulders. The bright sunlight was bouncing off here smiling face, her eyes bright and big as we rounded the corner and could see the Caribbean Sea in front of us.That’s a sight I will never get tired of, the sight of the sea stretching out to the horizon.

Stepping in to the sand we both remove our flip-flops, the warm sand now between our toes, massaging them with a fine grit and freeing them from the days and weeks of shoes and work. I took her hand and led her directly to the edge of the water so it would immediately cool her feet from the hot sand. She smiled, it was such a beautiful smile.

“Wow, that feels so good!” And she walked out into the water a little further.

I caught up to her and a bigger wave came in and we were both splashed up to our waists. She giggled, knelt down a bit and let the next wave wash over her. I joined her and we laughed and got soaked. But that was the plan. Another big wave came in and knocked her down, she went completely into the water. As she came back up with she grabbed and pulled me in with her.

I stood up and pulled up to me, another wave came in and pushed her crop-top t-shirt up just about to her neck. She wasn’t wearing a bikini top under it, just herself in all her natural beauty. She giggled and pressed herself against me as another wave came to us. Being a gentleman, I gently lowered her t-shirt back down to it’s proper position and she smiled, “Thanks, sweetie, but that wasn’t really necessary, you know”.

Of course I knew that it was really necessary, but it seemed to be the correct thing to do at that moment. We are new friends, not lovers. But maybe she wants more.

We met because she wanted to improve her English, and that’s what I do, I teach English as a foreign language. We met just once, in fact. But in that one meeting we became good friends. And there were even a few gentle, friendly touches. So, that led me to ask her if she was interested in visiting the beach with me. Even if we were new friends and the new relationship would hopefully be a business relationship. Obviously she has more than a business relationship on her mind.

We walked a few steps towards the beach and sat down in the water, letting the waves wash over our legs and often higher. Each time that happened her top also floated upwards. That didn’t bother me, I liked the view. And it didn’t bother her either. A couple times the waves were big enough to knock us over, sometimes she ended up on me and sometimes I ended up on her, either way, we were both enjoying the morning.

After some small talk we got up and walked over to one of the empty chozas. A choza is a beach cabana, usually made of banboo and palm leaves. And usually, during the non-pandemic days, there is a small charge for using a choza. But not now. Nobody else was anywhere to be seen, other than a couple fisherman way over there on the breakwater trying their luck for the catch of the day.

We stepped under the shade of the palm leaves where it was much cooler and she plopped herself down on the soft warm sand and then pulled me down next to her. She then decided to toss some sand onto my wet legs, so I returned the favor. After some fun and both of us getting pretty much covered in sand we went back to the water to wash it all off.

Now clean again, it was back to the shade to relax and talk. We laid back and chatted and relaxed and soon she had rested her head on my chest. I liked the feeling of her golden-brown hair flowing against my chest. And I liked the feeling of her soft cheek against my skin, it was so pleasant, so calming in some way. She had one hand rubbing across my stomach as she was telling me about her home town, which made it a little more difficult for me to concentrate. I also starting caressing her, petting her hair. Eventually I leaned my head forward just a bit and gave her a kiss on her head. I could feel her smile against my chest. She moved her head, ever so slightly, closer to my face. I could now press my check against the top of her head. I liked that, and it was obvious she did, too.

The small talk continued for a while longer until I couldn’t put off the inevitable any longer. I gently sat up, holding her as I did. She pressed herself to me all the more.

“You’re probably going to think this is a very strange question, and my guess is nobody has ever asked you this before,” I started.

Giggling, she asked, “What kind of strange question could it be?”

Her smile was contageous, more than the virus taking over the world. I looked at her eye to eye and asked, “Can I kiss you?”

She giggled again, such a girly little giggle, “Yes, you may, I would like that.” She was trying to be very serious but it was just a little over-dramatic and she started to laugh, looked straight at me, and leaned in for a kiss.

I turned a little and kissed her on her cheek, just a little peck. “Hey, what’s that? Kiss me here!” And she put one slender finger on her full lips and gave a little kiss to her finger, and to me.

I laughed a little, and whispered into her ear, “Oh, I will, sweetie”.

I leaned in to her, kissed her on the cheek again, and she sighed and dropped her shoulders a little. I smiled and moved a little closer to her ear. Another soft kiss and a soft breath across her ear and she suddenly became more interested. I kissed the top of her ear, the around to the bottom, giving a light breath across it as I moved down. She shifted a little, or was it a little shiver? A little shiver of excitement?

I moved down below her ear and kissed the side of her neck. She tilted her head to the side, giving me a better shot at the soft skin below her hair. I kissed her and moved down a little more, and around to the front, and kissed her on the collar bone. That got her. She came to immediate attention with a moan and a deep breath caught and released on the second kiss, and a third in the same place. Then I backed away a bit and paused.

“What’s the matter? Don’t stop! I want more of that, please!” she was definitely getting excited now.

“Hmm, you want to rush things? Let’s take it slow and enjoy the moment,” I whispered into her ear, giving her another blow across it and getting her to respond with a deep breath. I could see her breasts under her web t-shirt and they were getting excited as well. The sight was pleasing, so I continued my journey around her little world.

My kisses took me across the front of her neck, across to her other ear. There I took some of her hair in my hand, held it to my mouth and kissed it. She gasped and caught her breath again, her chest heaved. I looked at her, eye to eye, held her hair to my face, feeling its softness against my skin, smiled and gave her a very soft touch of my lips to hers. Not a kiss, not yet.

Kissing her cheek and her neck to her other collar bone, her breathing was definitely becoming more excited. Her hand were running all over me. After some time of teasing her with these little kisses and whispers I moved in front of her, looked at her eye to eye, smiled and pressed my lips against hers. She melted.

Our lips came together followed my our tongues, first gently touching each other, the with more excitement. Her hands were caressing my chest, my stomach, and more. My hands had found their way under her little t-shirt to those excited breasts below. Her breathing was heavy, mine was heavy, we were in sync. Two people, surrounded by nature, the sound of the waves rolling onto the beach, alone yet not alone, what could be better?


The blue is endless,
until it touches the other blue.
The white fluffs come and go,
Sliding across the blue.
The other white fluffs come and go also,
sliding through the other blue.

I’m mesmerized.
I stare, my mind is finally quiet.
I can think of something I haven’t thought of in a long time.
The breeze brushes my skin,
and the warmth of the yellow warms me within.
I’m hypnotized.
I pause.
Remembering what happened is sad,
but it reminds me of the importance of living each day.
Living each day is not just living from one day to the next,
It’s more than that.
It’s taking it in, into your innermost places.
It’s pausing and thinking,
what can I do to help make this world a little better today?
It’s putting into action your dreams,
it’s not living the same old nightmare day in and day out.
I never get tired of doing something positive.
Something that helps the world be a better place.
The feeling of accomplishment runs deep into my heart.

The day my life changed
it wasn’t just about that day, or that time, of my life.
It was to change all of my life.
There’s no point in wishing life could be as it once was.
Those sands have blown away
and the land has taken on a new shape.
The new shape is just a satisfying as the old,
just in a different way.

I watch the small dark shapes glide gently through the blue.
I watch the brown, black, and white shapes scamper
through the browns and tans and greys.
I feel the warmth of the yellow in the blue,
warming my skin as it’s supposed to do.
I’m captivated.
I’m wondering.
This amazing site is unfolding before me,
I’m thinking.
I’m remembering,
and smiling.
None of that beauty,
none of the beauty of our lives,
lasts forever.

My memories also make me sad,
knowing I will never again have what I once had.
But that is in the past,
there’s nothing I can do about it now.
I can smile because I remember what I had.
I smile because I see there is still so much
beauty to be experienced.

I hope you can take some time,
time for yourself,
be alone,
think, notice things around you,
let the yellow above, in the blue, warm your skin.
Where the blue meets the blue,
where the greens and browns meet the blue.
Where the blue water meets the blue sky.
Where the white frothy tops of waves float across the blue water.
Where the white puffy clouds float through the blue sky above.
I hope you can take some time,
Some time to be alone,
On a mountainside,
Watching the hawks floats on the winds in the blue above.
On a boulder high on the side of a valley,
watching the rabbits and deer in the meadows below.
I hope you can take some time to be mesmerized,
to stare,
to think,
to wonder.
To be thankful for what you have, your life.


The sun always shining
Warm water waves rolling
It’s hot, so find some shade
A breeze gently blowing
Coffee like nowhere else
Cocos, Piñas, Mangoes
Relaxing, free, friendly

New York City

Long coat covers me
Umbrella over me
Cold rain against me
Strong wind pushes me
New York City


Look up and gaze at a star
Let your mind wander near and far
Look inside and gaze at your heart
Let your heart run, give it a start
The waves roll in onto the beach
Think of the wonders they can teach
I hear the thunder in the sky
As the lightning flashes, too nearby
Be quiet and listen, it sounds like art
As I watch it all with my sweetheart

The Spot

There’s a spot!

There, on my wall.

It’s a blot!

Quick! Make the call!.

Colored red,

And also black.

Something’s dead,

Attack! And whack!.


There, on my wall.


Is now graffito.

My Flip-flop

My flip-flop is broken
Now I feel heartbroken

I wore it to the beach
One day I didn’t teach

I walked through the flood
And got stuck in the mud

My foot came out all dirty
My flip-flop stuck in firmly

Stuck firmly in the wet muck
With great effort I got it unstuck

One strap was separated
The flip-flop and I were not elated

My flip-flop could only flip
Now repaired, it can flip-flop flip-flop


Another day, another dollar,
Another day feeling smaller,
Nothing is everything,
No need for a plaything,
and everything is nothing
we just need more hugging.

Dream or Reality?

When I wake up

Do I wake up to reality?

When I wake up

Do I wake up to a dream?

My reality is mine,

Or is it?

My dream is mine,

Or is it?

You are in my reality,

Am I in yours?

You are in my dream,

Am I in yours?

Do I make my own reality?

Do I dream my own dream?

What would happen if my reality

Became my dream?

What would happen if my dream

Became my reality?

Christmas Cheer

In the movies and on TV
The people are always full of glea.

Santa Claus, Snowmen in the parks
Children’s eyes light up like sparks.

Nativity scene in the mall
Is the normal protocol

Christmas is always very white
It’s all so pretty and quite a sight

Christmas is always very green
It’s also pretty and quite a scene

Where I am, where I want to be
Is to be sitting by the sea.

Christmas is always very fun
We’re all together in the sun

Christmas should be full of cheer
But all I want is a beer,

Big Red Balloon

Big red balloon
Floating away too soon
On its way to the moon
Bye bye big red balloon

Who Are You?

Are you your own?
Are your thoughts you?
Are you thoughts your own?
Who are you when you are outside?
Who are you when you are alone?
We are who we are, yes?
We are who we were brought up to be.
We are who we were made to be.
We are who we were trained to be.
We are our parents.
We are our siblings.
We are our teachers.
We are our friends.
Are you who you want to be?
Are you who you think you are?
Very possibly, no.
Very probably, no.
To be who you want to be might be easy,
if you want to be the same.
Or, to be who you want to be might be difficult,
if you want to be different.
To be who you ought to be requires nothing,
if you want to be the same.
Or, to be who you ought to be requires strength,
if you want to be unique.
To be who you are requires nothing.
To be who you are is the easiest.
If you want to be the same.
Are you going to be the same?
Are you going to be everyone?
Are you going to be unique?
Are you going to be you?
Who are you? You or me?

The Lizard

Little lizard on my wall
Please be careful, do not fall

Little feet must be sticky
Don't walk on me, that'd be icky

A little green, a little brown
Easy to hide on the ground

So very small, so very quick
Tongue grabs mosquito with a flick

I never see you on my ceiling
You must not find it at all appealing

Maybe being upside down
Makes it difficult to get around

Running here and running there
Even running under my chair

I know you live out in the garden
To you I'm prob'ly just a Martian

You're so small and I'm so big
We can't dance nor do a jig

Maybe we can have a walk
To the beach and then to talk

Oh, but I forgot, you cannot talk
But I can protect you from the hawk

Oh, little lizard, I think it's hopeless
The two of us, never much closeness


I see you
Just a black dot

Flying erratically around me
I clap my hands
And hope you are between them

I look at my hands
And I don't see you squashed in them
Where did you go?

You disappeared
Do you have a stealth mode?
I see you again

Then I don't see you
How do you do that?
I wish I could do that

But alas I can't
I see you again
Line up my hands

And clap you between them
There you are
Your remains are smeared in my palms

No more mosquito

Moving Forward

Life doesn't stop, it always moves forward,
Like the never-ending breeze.

No matter what may come in and block your way,
Like a storm and rough seas.

You can't live in the past, in the dust and gloom,
Like the remnants of old memories.

Put one foot in front of another,
Like the forward-moving centuries.

As the clouds move forward, never backwards,
Forget about the treacheries.

Another breath breathed, another step ahead,
Remember the good memories.

Another step forward is another day gained,
Moving forward with all your energies.

Don't stop now that you have started again,
Fill each day with new discoveries.


I'm just sitting in the sand
With the waves at my hands

I could sit here all the day
And when the skies are all grey

I love to soak in the rain
And dream of going to Spain

Sitting on this old, wet log
Staring out at the bog

I try to forget the past
But the mem'ries they last

The memories are with me
Remember them gladly

I remember the good times
And also the bad times

I remember your smile
It stays with me awhile


The roosters, they crow every morning
They crow every morning, without warning
Without warning they stopped and no more crowing
Yet I still wake up at four in the morning.

The Day

Open your windows and doors
And finish the chores
Get up and go outside
It's so big and wide
Enjoy the day for a while
Forget about life's trials
The day is yours, go take it
Open your mind and your spirit
Enjoy the day for a while
It's yours with a smile

The Daily Routine

Many people are stuck in the day to day rut, the daily routine.
Up at five, home by six, it's a terrible fix, the daily routine.
We're always on the go, life's straight as an arrow, the daily routine.

I lost the meaning of life, always full of strife, my daily routine.
I crossed the world searching, my life only lurching, my daily routine.
I found only heartbreak, it is time to awake, my daily routine.

Look closely at your present with a good intent, your daily routine.
You can improve it if you will only submit, your daily routine.
Forget about the future, break out of your stupor, your daily routine.

Make a new decision, time for a new vision.
Try a diff'rent current, don't live as a servant.
Break out of your routine, it's time to start clean.

Shores of the Caribe

The sun sits on the blue waves, big and orange
The moon sits upon the clouds, small and round

Cats sit on rocks, in the warmth of the day
Dogs wander in search of something to eat

The breeze blows from beyond the horizon
The still air of July is stifling hot

Flowers bloom all year round in your garden
Coconuts, mangoes, there for the taking

The stars overhead light the sky above
In the mangroves the birds welcome the days

The sun is high and hot in the morning
It is low and hot in the afternoon

Always relaxed and enjoying the day
Stress is washed away in the Caribe

On the shores of the sunny Caribe
Warms your mind and your soul everyday

Upside Down

Strawberries growing in the seas
Fish swimming in the trees
Stars shining in the ground below
While worms display a nighttime show
Birds fly through the ground that's plowed
Grasshoppers hop from cloud to cloud

The world as we know it is upside down
No longer a smile but rather a frown
One day we will turn it over
With the luck of a four-leafed clover
When that day comes, we will all smile
Let's hope it lasts for more than a while
I hope on that day you are in my arms
So, we can enjoy each other's charms

Then the strawberries will grow below the trees
And the fish will be swimming in the seas
The stars will again display a nighttime show
While the worms live happily in the ground below
Birds will fly from cloud to cloud
As grasshoppers hop through land that's plowed

The world as we want it - not upside down
Now a smile and no longer a frown
One day we turned it over
We found the luck of a four-leaf clover
When that day came we all had a smile
Let's hope it lasts for more than a while
I hope on that day you are in my arms
So, we can enjoy each other's charms

My Friend

The waves roll gently onto the beach
On the breeze is the scent of the peach
Geese fly by in the form of a vee
The sight of my friend fills me with glee

The clouds roll gently across a blue sky
As the sun sets I feel a gentle sigh
The moon casts it soft rays on your face
As I hold you in my warm embrace

The Thought Of You

The coffee is brewing
The sky is blueing
The clouds are whitening
The thought of you is frightening

To see you again
Is like ants on my skin
If I hear your voice once more
I will fall flat on the floor

Take a Risk to be Alive

Inspired by this quote from the book "Veronica decides to die"
"…make me climb some dangerous mountains, because I need to run the risk of being alive"
- Paulo Cuelho

Alive. Take a risk to be alive.
Go for a long run, a long drive.
Leave the hive, risk being alive.
Alive. Take a risk to be alive.

Sunrise. Take a look when you arise.
Watch the sun rise, feel alive.
Wake up, open your eyes.
Alive. Take a risk to be alive.

Follow your heart. Give your life a new start.
Look deep inside. You can go far.
I took the risk and I made a new start.
Alive. Take a risk to be alive.

Sunset. Look at your day, and don't forget.
And through the night, to another sunrise.
And open your eyes to what's inside.
Alive. Take a risk, and be alive.

Alive. Another day to watch the butterflies.
To watch the birds above fly.
Feel alive, feel the life, and fly.
Alive. Take a risk, and be alive.

Follow your heart. Take a risk to be alive.
Go ahead and give it a start, follow your heart.
I'm alive, I took the risk and I'm alive.
Follow your heart's desire and feel alive.

The Healing Path

Life is full of negativity, it is full of bad experiences, but what do you do when you confront adverse situations in your life?

I learned in that terrible year after the death of my wife what not to do.

I learned from the many deaths in my family that a person cannot live if he/she closes himself to everyone close to him.

That is what I did in that year that turned into a living hell. I hope you who are reading this will not do what I did if you find yourself in a life-changing situation. I hope you will read on and find out what I did to get on the path to healing.

After such a difficult time in life, we need to be open to other people. We need to talk to other people. We need to get the feelings out of our mind and out in the air.

Only then can we begin to heal ourselves. Only then can we begin to see that life continues, and those who are now gone cannot prevent us from continuing to live a good and productive life, a life with love in it. We cannot let those who are no longer with us stop us from living. I think it doesn't matter if those people, or that person, are still alive or has gone on to a higher place. We must put them in the back of our mind and focus on our live going forward. I will never forget any I have lost, but my life is not ruled by the loss of them. My life is ruled by my love for them and the knowledge that they would want me to continue the best I can, even without them.

I have memories of my wife returning to my mind ever day, maybe only a few seconds, maybe many minutes. I remember my brothers often. Nevertheless, they are gone and that cannot stop me from living a life of happiness and fulfillment.

Sometimes I have negative thoughts in my mind, but when I do, I force those negative thoughts away by thinking of something positive. I do not dwell on the negativity; I do not dwell on the losses.

To live life to its fullest we must maintain a positive attitude. We must push the negative thoughts back into the dark corners where they came from. Once those negative thoughts are back in their corners we must leave them there, let them live there alone and untouched. We must not return to them and pick them and look at them over and over. That will only result in us becoming bitter and angry people. All our family and friends will see that bitterness and anger in our life, in our attitude, in our personality, in our speaking. There's no hiding that from anyone. Push those negative experiences, memories, back into their corner and leave them there where they belong.

Try to begin living in the light of a new attitude, a new presence, a life that will bring happiness and joy into your soul. Find something that makes you smile. Find something that makes you happy. Then do that whatever-it-is you found. Do it because it will bring a smile to your face. Do it because it will help you heal. Do it because it will help you move your life forward.

I have always loved being out in the natural world - the mountains of Washington state, the Mountains and the deserts of Arizona. The beach of Rocky Point, Mexico. I found joy, peace, happiness when I was hiking, 4x4 off-roading, sitting in the sunshine and listening to the sounds of the natural world around me. That is where I found, and still find, peace and joy. Not so much in solitude, which is nice from time to time, but those times when I needed to recharge my soul, my spirit, and clear my mind.

Whether a person in such a situation as I was in back in 2010 and 2011, or is in a completely different situation, such as a broken heart, the outcome is similar. Not the same, but similar - we need to heal, we need to rejuvenate, we need to take the time to learn who we are without that other person in our life. It's not easy. But, it is a choice. You have to choose - do I move forward or stagnate where I am? Do I look for happiness and joy, or do I settle for anger and bitterness? For me the answer was easy - move forward into a life of fulfillment, personal, spiritual, fulfillment. A life of happiness and joy in everything. I chose to change my attitude and change my life and I've had no second thoughts or doubts about what I chose to do. And remember this: there's always hope.

Wake Up

Are you looking for your knight in shining armor, my dear Guinevere?
Are you looking for your Don Juan, my dear Doña Ana?
Are you looking for a man to carry you away into the night?

Are you looking for your Prince Charming, my dear Cinderella?
Are you looking for your Romeo, my dear Juliet?
Are you looking for a man to carry you away into the night?

Wake up! Open your eyes! Look at what you have right in front of you.
Have you considered the one you are with, the one who wants you?
Wake up! Open your eyes! Look at what you have right in front of you.


the sun has risen,
the birds are singin',
the flowers are bloomin',
your smile is all consumin'.

What is Love?

People don't just "fall in love". They fall into infatuation. You think you have found your "one", the one you will spend the rest of your life with. You fall head-over-heels in love. Then a few months later, Bang! It all blows up. What happened? I was never love, it was infatuation.

Infatuation is passion, love is passion, but infatuation is temporary, love lasts a lifetime.

Infatuation is sudden and quick, love takes time to develop and nurture.

Infatuation is see the relationship from my own point of view; love is compromise and working together to develop a lasting two-way relationship.

Infatuation is putting the other person on a pedestal that I cannot reach, seeing them as perfect and not seeing any imperfections. They are there, but because we haven't taken the time to develop a relationship I don't know what they are.

Infatuation is Yay! I found my life mate! I WIN! That is not love. Love is about sharing and wanting to live for the other person, not for myself only. It's not I WIN but Let's do this together.

Infatuation is saying you know your new partner like the back of your hand, but you really know next to nothing; while love says I want to learn everything about you, tell me your story, your history, and I will tell you mine.

Infatuation feels jealous every time someone even talks to your new partner because you want the whole world to know that person belongs to you and you only. Love is not jealous, it is secure in the knowledge that you both share the same feelings for each other and would do nothing to endanger those feelings and your relationship.

Infatuation says Let's get married now! Love says Let's get to know each other intimately (not sexually) first and develop our relationship. Marriage doesn't have to happen immediately.

Infatuation is being in love with the way the other person looks, walks, talks, thinks, and their feelings. Love is about a personal and deep knowledge of each other that only comes with time spent together.

Infatuation is insecurity – if your new partner doesn't call or text you one day, you cry and wonder what happened? Love is security, knowing that even without those messages or calls your partner loves you every day, more and more as life goes on.

Infatuation is feeling the relationship must always be perfect, never an argument or fight, never a rude word spoken, but always happiness and joy and pleasantries. Love is about settling differences through compromise, hugs and kisses, and understanding that building a lifetime relationship is work, hard work, for both people to take part in. You know things will go wrong from time to time, and you know the two of you can work it out.

Infatuation is drama, a lot of drama in the relationship – overblowing the small things, saying things to hurt the other person because they did something that may have hurt you.

Infatuation is about holding your partner to too-high expectations and then getting upset when those expectations are not met. Love is tender and sweet, it is talking and working through problems, giving support to each other and never talking bad about each other.

Infatuation is stressful, it will drain your energy and you will be tired a lot of the time. You will be consumed by questions such as What is he doing tonight? Where is she at right now? Why hasn't he contacted me? You are constantly worried about your partner, dreaming about him, thinking about her, worried, and you cry for them. Love is none of that. It doesn't drain you, it gives you energy. In a real loving relationship you feel joy and gratitude.

Infatuation is needing to be connected to another person, needing that feeling of companionship. In the tough times, though, where is your partner? Are you on your own? You want and need their attention, are you getting it? Love is a connection that is not broken, even by distance. You and your partner are a team and the two of you work through life as a team. You don't feel alone because you know you have a partner who will always be by your side, not in front of you, not behind. But rather, standing side-by-side with you, with your hand is hers.

We can spend our lives searching for or waiting for the "one, right person" to suddenly appear in front of us. Or, we can choose the person who shows us they are truly interested in us for who we are, not for their own desire of a fleeting, temporary, relationship. Because love is not about me, it's not about you. It's not about my "feelings". It's not about your feelings. It's about two people taking action, the action needed to get to know one another, and develop something called love, that they both share equally.

Real love often occurs in a context in which the feeling of love is lacking, when we act lovingly even though we don't particularly feel loving or even feel like we like the person at the moment.

Real love does not have its roots in a feeling of love.

Real love is about how we act towards the one we want to be with. Love is a decision you make and continue to make in order to create an experience that is described as love.

Love is an action that if you don't use it you lose it. Love is like any communication, if you never send it out, you won't get a return.

Love is an experience related to a strong sense of affection. Affection is a "disposition or state of mind or body" that is often associated with a feeling or type of love. This definition suggests that you do something rather than have something done to you.

How do you feel affection for anything? You would actually decide to show it love, admire it, pay attention to it, treat it right, honor it, praise it, and find the good in it. At which point you will then have affection for it.

Love is something you give to others, not something you feel because something happens to you.

Love is something we develop over time, not a day, a week, a month. Maybe not even a year. It must be worked at, it must be learned through interaction with the person you want to spend the rest of your life with.

Do you have to "fall in love" or "feel love" for another person before you decide to spend the rest of your life with that person?

If you answer is Yes, then you will probably find nothing but failure in your love life.

Love is not an Earthquake

Love is not a feeling,
It is something that must be developed.
Love is not a sensation,
In which we are suddenly enveloped.
Love is not an emotion,
In constant flux like our attitude.
Love is not a perception,
which can be so easily skewed.
Love is a decision you must make
It doesn't just start like an earthquake.
Love requires practice, we must take action
Love comes, at last, from our interaction.


Some are big, some are small,
Some have too much force,
Others none at all.

They're blue or they're white,
Here they come again,
They're frosty, they're bright.

They never stop, they never end, waves.

Don't let'em in your mouth,
Awful taste of salt,
You'll want to go south.

Don't let'em in your eyes,
They sting like a fright,
They are worse than lies.

They never stop, they never end, waves.

Some hit me on the chin,
And against my head,
Here they come again.

They push me, they pull me,
They make me feel small,
I prob'ly should flee.

They never stop, they never end, waves.

They are strong, they are weak,
Here they come again,
They're full of mystique.

Are they coming? Are they going?
Some are soft, some not,
Are never slowing.

They never stop, they never end, waves.

They are often gentle,
They can be frightful,
And sometimes mental.

They never stop, they never end,
Rolling in and out,
Think of them, transcend.

They never stop, they never end, waves.

I Choose the other Path

Sometimes you find yourself on a path you didn't intend to take, but that doesn't mean it won't take you to a wonderful place.

Sometimes you find yourself on a path you did intend to take, but that doesn't mean it will take you to a wonderful place.

Sometime you might choose to take a different path, the path less taken, less popular, but that doesn't mean it won't take you someplace wonderful.

Sometime you will have to make a choice - the path to the left? The path to the right? Which should I choose? How do I decide? Do I go down the popular, well-trodden path? Or the path with many uncertainties?

Nobody can make that choice for you, for me. That is a choice we each have to make for ourselves. Search your heart and you will find the answer. Not just 5 minutes, but hours over days, weeks, months if necessary. Search your heart and you will find your answer.

My life suddenly changed paths without me having to make any decisions about it. It was thrown upon in a moment, in an afternoon. For a year or more afterward, I lived the life of a living hell. Everything I did failed. I lost everything, even myself.

Then I realized I needed to search within myself if I were to climb out of the hole I dig myself into.

I spent many hours over many days and weeks and months sitting alone in the desert. Not a metaphorical desert, but a real desert where I could hear only the sounds of the birds and insects. Where I could see only the creatures created before mankind set foot upon the earth. It was in this time of self-healing, meditation if you will, that I started to find myself again. And from that point on I started the long climb out of a deep, deep hole, out of my personal hell.

I eventually reached the top of the hole, climbed over the rim, and started the next part of my recovery - exploring what to do with the rest of my life. Which path should I take? The known path of an 8-5 routine, the doldrums of the same days repeated over and over again? Or should I look for something different? Something outside of my comfort zone? A path that would cause other people to ask "Are you crazy?"

I had a choice to make - the path known, or the path unknown. If I had chosen the path well known my life wouldn't have changed, not really. It would be the same routine, day after day, with the same people saying the same things. On the other hand, I could have chosen the path unknown, a path I had never set foot to before. A path people said was crazy and dangerous. Two choices - continue my life as it was, or start something new.

I chose to latter option - the path unknown. I had written a message a message to friends telling them about this choice and what I was thinking of doing and in the message I wrote that I was starting a new chapter in the book of my life. One friend I hadn't heard from in many years wrote back "Chip, you're not starting a new chapter in the book of your life, you're starting a new book".

I thought about that statement - I'm starting a new book, not a new chapter. Why is that significant? Taking the path well known would be a new chapter. That would be the same story continuing in the same book. No real changes happening there. It would be easy and comfortable, familiar. Is that what I wanted? Is that what I needed? Familiar? Comfortable? Easy? Or did I need something bigger than that? I decided that yes, I needed something bigger which is why I had decided on the path less taken. The unknown path. It would be full of difficult times, hardships, new friendships, missed loved ones, new loves, new experiences, excitement, a new routine. A new book? Would I be writing an entirely new book of my life? Yes, that is exactly what it would be, break out of my old routine, step out of my comfort zone, and start writing a new life story.

What would that new life story be about? I had no idea, I only knew that I had to do it. With my wife, Cheryl, gone from my life, starting a new book was the only real choice. To choose to stay on the path well known, to have maintained the routine, would have been spiritual death, mental death. A slow road to nothing but unhappiness, possibly bitterness and anger because of the way life turned on me. I had to start a new book; I felt I had no choice but to take the path unknown. However, the question remained - what would this new book be about? What would the plot be? How would it unfold? Only time would answer those questions. Was I nervous with these uncertainties? Afraid of what might happen in such an unknown story? Did I feel trepidation? Honestly only the slightest little bit which I pushed back into the corners of my mind. I felt excitement and wonder. I had the self-confidence to know that no matter what, it was going to work out fine. I knew it wouldn't be easy, writing this new book, but I also had the self-assurance and fortitude to go through with it. And I did.

The day came to step out of one life and into another; to step onto a plane that would take me to a country I knew little about and what I did know was based on what I'd seen on TV or read about on the internet. I left with my carry-on bag and two checked bags. That's all I had of my previous life. Everything else had been sold or given to charity. I decided to make a clean break, and I did just that. Leaving my sons, brothers, relatives, and friends behind wasn't easy. Especially when one son was happy for me and the other wasn't. But I couldn't let that effect my new life story. I love my sons with all my heart, there's no doubt about that. I always will. I may not be there with them, but they have their own life stories to write. That day came, I gave them each hugs, shook their hands, and said "See you later", then I was gone to start a new journey.

I came to this country, foreign to me, with no expectations. I was starting from a clean slate. I would accept my new life in all its glory and with all its defects. I knew it would be different from what I am used to, a new culture, a new society, new norms, different attitudes, and different beliefs. I came not expecting to find the same comfortable life that I had before, but I came expecting adventure and new experiences. That is exactly what I have found.

I am now a little more than 6 years into my new life story, my new book of life. It hasn't been easy, but it has been an adventure. It hasn't been fun-n-games, but it has been an experience that has changed me. Every day is different, I like that. No more 9-5 daily routine that never changes. I like that, too. Every day has had some uncertainties, some days more than others, but that is life, that is what makes it exciting. Without those uncertainties, without those small worries, life would be routine and boring. But, I don't let the negative aspects affect me. I push them back into the corners of my mind and I continue moving forward because that is the direction I am looking - ahead. If I had eyes in the back of my head, maybe I would be going backwards, I don't know. But, what I don't do is this: I don't turn my head and look back at what might have been, what could have been. I focus on the road ahead, always and only, on the path that moves me forward into the new pages, the next chapters, of this new book of my life.

Am I glad for the decision I made back in 2013? Yes. Do I have any regrets about making this decision? No. We all have to choose which path we will take. Think about your paths ahead, consider them, pray about them, think about them, but don't over-think them, don't take the rest of your life wondering which to take. Give careful consideration to the paths for a relatively short period of time, then make a decision, choose a path, and step out onto that path. The alternative - the same life as always. If that is what you choose I hope the best for you, if you choose the path less trodden I know you will find yourself in a new adventure, whether it is good or not is your choice, it is what you make of it.

I Want You, I Don't Want You

When I see the moon, I see your smile
When I see the flowers along the roadside, I see your sparkling eyes
When I hear the birds singing, I hear you whispering
When I am walking, alone, I am missing you

At night, lying in my bed, alone
I dream of you being here by my side once again, once again
When I feel the sun on my face, I feel your hand
We are hand in hand, walking together

I loved you and you only. Did you love me?
I don't think so, I read your words, and I don't think so
I tried, I wanted it to be us, always, for always
But it appears that was only me, not you

Can I have you here by my side?
Do I want you back again? By my side?
Yes, and no, and yes, it's hard to say
I want you, I don't want you, I don't know what I want

I miss you, yet I don't miss you
I miss your touch, I do miss your touch
I want you, I don't want you, I don't know what I want

What do I want? It's hard to say
It's hard to say, I just don't know, yet
I want you, I don't want you, I don't know what I want

I am, I can't

I am who I am
I can't be the man of your dreams
I can only be who I am

I can't be your saving prince, but
I can hold you when you are sad
I can support you when you need to cry

I can't be your every hope, wish, or dream, but
I can listen when you need an ear
I can reassure you when you feel lost

I can't be the one you dream about, but
I can love you when you need to be loved
I can accept you for who you are

I can't change you to be who I want you to be, but
I can love you because of who you are
I can live for you because I love you

I can't be perfect and I don't expect you to be, but
I can hold your hand when that is all you need
I can be devoted to you and you alone because of who you are

I am who I am
I hope I am the man of your dreams
I am who I am and I am here for you.

I am, You are

Do you have a dream to find the one you hope for? I am.
Do you need a hope to carry you through? I am.
Do you wish your hope will come soon? I am.
Do you need a reason to continue on? I am.

I have a dream to find the one I hope for, You are.
On my journey I hope to find the one, You are.
On my journey I wish my hope will come soon, You are.
On my journey I have a reason to carry on, You are.

High and Low

Let me wipe away your tears
Let me hold you when you have fears
Let me take away your doubts
Let me show you what my love is about

High and low
I will soar with you in your highs
High and low
I will stand by you in your lows

I want you and you want me
We are two yet one we should be
Open your door, and please don’t run
Accept me, try me, and let's be one

High and low
I will soar with you in your highs
High and low
I will stand by you in your lows


When I was walking along the malecon
I saw the beach but did not feel alone
I imagined that you were by my side
The sea and my thoughts were at high tide

I imagined us walking together, two birds of a feather
hand in hand, two people, two grains of sand
It's a big universe to go through alone
You're more than a grain of sand, you're my gemstone

Does life have different paths?

I decide to take a particular road and am then involved in an accident. Life would be different.
If I had left just 10 seconds later, would I have missed that accident? Life would be different.
If I had taken a different road, would I have missed that accident? Life would be different.

You decide to go out for dessert; you sit at one particular table facing a particular direction, would we have met? Life would be different.
You could have walked a different route than you usually walk, would we have met? Life would be different.

A different path results in a different life, a different future.
If I had taken the route I usually take, you and I possibly would never have met. Life would be different.
If I had left a minute or two later you and I may not have met. Life would be different.
If you had chosen a different route, you and I may not have met. Life would be different.

This is something I struggle with - does life have different paths?
The bible talks about being "predestined" but just what does that mean? And how much of our day-to-day life is "predestined"?

I wonder about this because I have been a Christian all my life, and have been taught about predestination in church sermons over the years. But, how much of our life is predestined? All of it? Every second? Every minute? Or just the overall story of our life - the beginning and the end?

Am I on the only possible path for my life?

Is there possibly another path that I can't possibly know, or be aware of, even if I'm on it?

But Always We

Looking into your eyes,
Did you steal stars from the skies?
The effect of your smile,
Makes my life worthwhile.
The soft touch of your hands,
Leads me into new lands.
With you I will always be,
Not just me, but always we.


You are a dear friend, unlike any other,
I will always love you more than any other.
Just as the birds singing every morning,
The stars are all yours, for your adorning.

Your beauty, as natural as nature can be,
As the corals that grow within our great seas.
Your soft voice always draws my attention,
Being with you is my ascension.

A Love Apart

I am yet young,
With hopes, wishes, and dreams.
I'm far from done,
With the birds I will sing.

The sun will rise,
And the moon, it still glows.
Stars are the eyes,
And we forget our throes.

I hope life's long,
My wish is for yours, too.
Life is a song
I want to sing with you.

The clouds above,
I watch them, and I dream.
Soft sounds of a dove,
They pull my heart strings.

I think of you,
And the love in your heart,
One of a few,
A love that sets you apart.

Me on the old Muelle (dock)

Chip Wiegand

Contact me: Chip Wiegand

I teach english as a foreign language in Colombia. I'm from Kennewick, Washington, USA. In my previous life, as I call it, I was an IT guy, systems administrator, computer tech, as well as a shipping/receiving guy and also worked as a merchandising guy for a year for a camping/RV accessories store.

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Daniel(Barranquilla, Colombia)

Hola Chip.

Quisiera conocer tu hoja de vida o ponernos en contacto para darte información acerca de un acuerdo de trabajo, si estas interesado espero tu respuesta.

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