As we enter the room, devoid of any light, I am overcome with the melodic sounds of soft and sensual music. I take your hand in mine and feel the slight tremor of growing anticipation. Your skin is warm to the touch and feels moist with growing excitement.
You move slightly ahead and turn into my arms placing your hands behind my head, gently yet firmly around my neck as you beckon me to come closer. I whisper softly that I love you and you move closer, deeper into my arms as we begin to explore our thoughts , feelings and each others wonderment. I close my eyes and drift into a trance remembering each and every sensitive area of your beautiful body. I remember the growing intensity of our love making that is stirring again within the deepest recesses of my soul.
I feel your heart quicken as you begin to move from exquisite excitement to overwhelming need. I strive to match your drive so we can arrive together as we seek and enjoy all that awaits us. I'm not sure exactly when lust overtakes our senses but know we are approaching quickly, removing all doubt of our need. The floor, a bed, a chair or whatever appears, we are there.
I do not hear the music any longer but feel the rapid beat of my heart as I long to take you. The softness of your supple breasts with nipples fully erect lead me to explore. The sounds of your excited need reach my ears and together we are joined in carnal rapture. All plans are abandoned. All thoughts are behind us. Our reason to exist lives in the intimacy shared by two lovers. We are there and a thousand lights shine brightly in the room.
Lying in each others arms, the music returns, the rooms engulfs us in a warm embrace and life, our life is renewed once again.
So the next time you hear soft music playing in a darkened room, remember what a wonderful surprise awaits the dancers.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Reflections
Life begins as a composition. A single sheet of paper waiting on the words. Colors, shapes, words, laughter, brightness, darkness, all things both clear and abstract begin the journey of life.
As days lead to weeks leads to years, we compile experiences and feelings that create who we are and what we have become. The balance is better or worse. The scoring is held by the holder of life. Happiness is not numerical nor material but the feeling of self awareness and satisfaction that each of us judge to be successful by some measure of evaluation.
We bring people into our life sometimes without thought, sometimes very carefully. We share private moments with those we trust and those we travel with in the name of good friends. Much like a skipping stone on a placid lake the circles we create continue to grow and extend into areas we can not fully see. We believe or choose to ignore the naysayers that tell us something can not be done. Every problem has a solution, every challenge has a successful ending. It's the perseverance and desire, the need to succeed, to find out, to win, that drives our individual selves to see beyond the curve or over the mountain or behind the door.
When the bell tolls and the manuscript of our life will be told, what will the reader see. A life full of experiments and experiences, of dancing and singing, will they see sharing and creating, of mentoring and cajoling or will the book be bare, without feeling or direction. Will it be full of successes and chance taking or will it reflect safety and secure actions? You write your life! You live your life! What are you willing to exchange for the minutes of your life? Think a moment......what words will capture the essence of all you have become?
As days lead to weeks leads to years, we compile experiences and feelings that create who we are and what we have become. The balance is better or worse. The scoring is held by the holder of life. Happiness is not numerical nor material but the feeling of self awareness and satisfaction that each of us judge to be successful by some measure of evaluation.
We bring people into our life sometimes without thought, sometimes very carefully. We share private moments with those we trust and those we travel with in the name of good friends. Much like a skipping stone on a placid lake the circles we create continue to grow and extend into areas we can not fully see. We believe or choose to ignore the naysayers that tell us something can not be done. Every problem has a solution, every challenge has a successful ending. It's the perseverance and desire, the need to succeed, to find out, to win, that drives our individual selves to see beyond the curve or over the mountain or behind the door.
When the bell tolls and the manuscript of our life will be told, what will the reader see. A life full of experiments and experiences, of dancing and singing, will they see sharing and creating, of mentoring and cajoling or will the book be bare, without feeling or direction. Will it be full of successes and chance taking or will it reflect safety and secure actions? You write your life! You live your life! What are you willing to exchange for the minutes of your life? Think a moment......what words will capture the essence of all you have become?
How will others express your life? What impact have you made on others, your community of friends, the world. If your life has not been wonderful to date, change it! The beginning starts with you.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Truth is a rainbow
Truth is never more self evident than in the eyes of the beholder and of the true believer. Your past prepares your consciousness for what your senses now embrace. Truth is initially what your value system allows you to accept. The more diverse your experiences have been ,the wider your value beliefs will let you envision.
As an example, place four individuals of differing backgrounds, gender, ethnicity, age and experience on four opposing corner's. A vehicle, an oxcart, three children and an old man collide at exactly the same time in the middle of the intersection. Each of the four individuals will use all of their senses to watch, evaluate and create an absolute belief such that what they saw was the exact truthful interpretation of the events before them. In each case, the versions will vary. In each case the individuals will be truthful as they witness the event. Which is the real truth?
Is any version a lie or are they simply differing shades and color of the same event seen from varying perspectives. If you are 12, your life experiences to date will influence your interpretation of the event just as the bias and occasional prejudice of a 65 year old will sway what they choose to see and describe. Take out the crayon box, it's all in the coloring!
The stronger the belief in organized religion the greater the influence on a persons value system. Both the environment that a person is raised in as well as the environment that they are presently residing in will alter what is the norm for right and wrong. In reality, the less stress in someones life at that particular moment, the greater the level of acceptance of new and larger boundary's they are willing to move to when confronted with an unexpected event.
In the end, truth is and never will be black or white, regardless of what we were told when we were young. Truth will be much like a rainbow full of changing colors and many shadings and that is the thought for today.
As an example, place four individuals of differing backgrounds, gender, ethnicity, age and experience on four opposing corner's. A vehicle, an oxcart, three children and an old man collide at exactly the same time in the middle of the intersection. Each of the four individuals will use all of their senses to watch, evaluate and create an absolute belief such that what they saw was the exact truthful interpretation of the events before them. In each case, the versions will vary. In each case the individuals will be truthful as they witness the event. Which is the real truth?
Is any version a lie or are they simply differing shades and color of the same event seen from varying perspectives. If you are 12, your life experiences to date will influence your interpretation of the event just as the bias and occasional prejudice of a 65 year old will sway what they choose to see and describe. Take out the crayon box, it's all in the coloring!
The stronger the belief in organized religion the greater the influence on a persons value system. Both the environment that a person is raised in as well as the environment that they are presently residing in will alter what is the norm for right and wrong. In reality, the less stress in someones life at that particular moment, the greater the level of acceptance of new and larger boundary's they are willing to move to when confronted with an unexpected event.
In the end, truth is and never will be black or white, regardless of what we were told when we were young. Truth will be much like a rainbow full of changing colors and many shadings and that is the thought for today.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Before I slip quietly into the night
Before I slip quietly into the darkness of night.....I must whisper these thoughts to you.I'm not afraid to die....but choose the greater good to live.If by predestined circumstance you're reading this now, I've given the last measure I had to give.
As I pass from darkness into the light
It's important that I know you will be alright.
And to that end there are things that I want you to know.
From the first time I gazed upon your face, saw your beaming smile as you slowly came down the aisle, the excitement of our first birth and all the love that surrounds it, to my unrestrained pride as you continue to excel at all you attempt, I have loved you.
I will miss the softness and the smell of your hair as you lay in my arms talking, sharing, asking, quietly seeking approval for your thoughts and feelings. I will miss the strength of your conviction and your determination to right the wrongs of the world. But most of all, I loved you.
I will miss our quiet walks at sunrise on the beach, hand in hand, talking excitedly about the day's adventures. I will miss the cup of coffee, shared, amongst the planning for tomorrow. The breakfast on the lake as we cruise through the morning mist, early with the hungry birds and hopeful fisherman listening to the first signs of awakening from those still lazily in bed. The streaks of brialliant color as the sun warms the morning sky.
But long ago we knew that this moment would come. As I enter the warmth of the light I will begin the process of preparing for your coming. Do not be in a hurry nor be afraid, for I will always be here. I loved you in this life and will love you again when we are joined forever together.
Before I slip quietly into the light these thoughts I must whisper to you.
I love you darling girl, I truly do.
"Me"
As I pass from darkness into the light
It's important that I know you will be alright.
And to that end there are things that I want you to know.
From the first time I gazed upon your face, saw your beaming smile as you slowly came down the aisle, the excitement of our first birth and all the love that surrounds it, to my unrestrained pride as you continue to excel at all you attempt, I have loved you.
I will miss the softness and the smell of your hair as you lay in my arms talking, sharing, asking, quietly seeking approval for your thoughts and feelings. I will miss the strength of your conviction and your determination to right the wrongs of the world. But most of all, I loved you.
I will miss our quiet walks at sunrise on the beach, hand in hand, talking excitedly about the day's adventures. I will miss the cup of coffee, shared, amongst the planning for tomorrow. The breakfast on the lake as we cruise through the morning mist, early with the hungry birds and hopeful fisherman listening to the first signs of awakening from those still lazily in bed. The streaks of brialliant color as the sun warms the morning sky.
But long ago we knew that this moment would come. As I enter the warmth of the light I will begin the process of preparing for your coming. Do not be in a hurry nor be afraid, for I will always be here. I loved you in this life and will love you again when we are joined forever together.
Before I slip quietly into the light these thoughts I must whisper to you.
I love you darling girl, I truly do.
"Me"
Friday, July 23, 2010
Here beneath this granite stone
Lies the heart and soul and solid bone
Of someone who was called with love
Dad and Grandpa and Honey Dove
A man with a smile and a velvet voice
Full of laughter and storys of every choice
Who said what he meant and meant what he said
And laughed with his children preparing for bed
Who worked every morning late into the day
Never complaing but thankful for a full day's pay
He wasn't a large man in body or size
His mind and his humor and his heart was the prize
This man will be missed by a lot of his folks
His smile and his wisdom and his collection of jokes
But most of all when we feel alone
We'll remember with love the wonderful man that lies under this stone.
Lies the heart and soul and solid bone
Of someone who was called with love
Dad and Grandpa and Honey Dove
A man with a smile and a velvet voice
Full of laughter and storys of every choice
Who said what he meant and meant what he said
And laughed with his children preparing for bed
Who worked every morning late into the day
Never complaing but thankful for a full day's pay
He wasn't a large man in body or size
His mind and his humor and his heart was the prize
This man will be missed by a lot of his folks
His smile and his wisdom and his collection of jokes
But most of all when we feel alone
We'll remember with love the wonderful man that lies under this stone.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
There's a faraway place
There's a place faraway we go to, only in our dreams. It's warm and its wonderful and full of life and never to be shared. Its the sum of all our desires, our refuge from the problems of life. Its a place of brilliant color, warm with the glow of contentment, filled with clouds of mystery, sizes and shapes to be discovered in awe and amazement as we lay in loving embrace on the warm, soft ground.
As I awake each morning from wonderful slumber, I look across the pillow at your exquisite face and I can't wait to start this day's adventure with you by my side. I desperately want to kiss you awake but want you to enjoy your last twenty winks. I never want to miss a chance to tell you I love you. We live in today but are never promised tomorrow. If my last words are that I love you then I will have summarized my life in full.
For there's a place faraway that we go to, that's never to be shared
.
As I awake each morning from wonderful slumber, I look across the pillow at your exquisite face and I can't wait to start this day's adventure with you by my side. I desperately want to kiss you awake but want you to enjoy your last twenty winks. I never want to miss a chance to tell you I love you. We live in today but are never promised tomorrow. If my last words are that I love you then I will have summarized my life in full.
For there's a place faraway that we go to, that's never to be shared
.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
It may be interesting
It may be interesting only to me but when we work together, without a sound between us, I have an overwhelming feeling that "all is right" in the world.
It may be interesting only to me that as you continue your journey of self awareness, you have found your voice and I want to listen.
It may be interesting only to me that as I watch our children experiment with life, that you have prepared them so well to cope with the challenges before them.
It may be interesting only to me that there is a sense of deep security as we both put each others happiness first in all decisions.
It may be interesting only to me that through our childrens mistakes and some have been foolish, the value system, our value system which we imparted to them, has "righted" their boat when they needed it the most.
It may be interesting only to me that when we are apart I linger in your chair a little longer, sleep on your pillow instead of my own, clean up my mess even though no one is watching because you would, pick flowers from your garden just because you really like them and put them on your bureau where you would have, send you cards to let you know I really miss you
and wish the clock to move faster every night so I can call and hear your voice.
It may be interesting only to me that I have figured out what makes you the happiest and I want to work hard to make it the major part of our life. Life with you is so very interesting. You work hard to bring joy into my day, every day. And for this and so many other reasons, I simply love you, now, tomorrow and if God will allow , forever and ever.
It may be interesting only to me that as you continue your journey of self awareness, you have found your voice and I want to listen.
It may be interesting only to me that as I watch our children experiment with life, that you have prepared them so well to cope with the challenges before them.
It may be interesting only to me that there is a sense of deep security as we both put each others happiness first in all decisions.
It may be interesting only to me that through our childrens mistakes and some have been foolish, the value system, our value system which we imparted to them, has "righted" their boat when they needed it the most.
It may be interesting only to me that when we are apart I linger in your chair a little longer, sleep on your pillow instead of my own, clean up my mess even though no one is watching because you would, pick flowers from your garden just because you really like them and put them on your bureau where you would have, send you cards to let you know I really miss you
and wish the clock to move faster every night so I can call and hear your voice.
It may be interesting only to me that I have figured out what makes you the happiest and I want to work hard to make it the major part of our life. Life with you is so very interesting. You work hard to bring joy into my day, every day. And for this and so many other reasons, I simply love you, now, tomorrow and if God will allow , forever and ever.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
You understand me
You understand me, you really understand me.
You listen, not just to the words but the tone, inflection, the warmth or pain in what I say and don't say.
You understand when I really want to be left alone and when I really mean "please hold me tight for a few minutes". You understand communication is more than words. It's gently holding my hand when we walk quietly together. It's sharing from the heart not just the head.
You understand when I need your support and when I must walk alone. I know you will be there when I return. You understand that trust works both ways and in many ways. I have shared with you, my most trusted secrets, as you with me.
You understand, when I close my eyes, I feel the envelope of your love. I regale in it's security. You understand that I value your opinion above all others. I am proud to be seen with you and many times feel lost when I am not with you.
There are times when I see others look at you and I wonder why you stay with me and then I realize that you truly want to be with me. I understand and I sense that you understand what a wonderful "thing" we have created together.
For this and so many others "blessings" you have brought into my life I thank you. But most of all, you have taken the time to truly understand me. For that, I plan to spend the rest of our lives loving you.
You listen, not just to the words but the tone, inflection, the warmth or pain in what I say and don't say.
You understand when I really want to be left alone and when I really mean "please hold me tight for a few minutes". You understand communication is more than words. It's gently holding my hand when we walk quietly together. It's sharing from the heart not just the head.
You understand when I need your support and when I must walk alone. I know you will be there when I return. You understand that trust works both ways and in many ways. I have shared with you, my most trusted secrets, as you with me.
You understand, when I close my eyes, I feel the envelope of your love. I regale in it's security. You understand that I value your opinion above all others. I am proud to be seen with you and many times feel lost when I am not with you.
There are times when I see others look at you and I wonder why you stay with me and then I realize that you truly want to be with me. I understand and I sense that you understand what a wonderful "thing" we have created together.
For this and so many others "blessings" you have brought into my life I thank you. But most of all, you have taken the time to truly understand me. For that, I plan to spend the rest of our lives loving you.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Because I'm black
I stand before you, prominently with MD after my name; because I'm black, you hesitate.
I walk in the street with a ball under my arm and sneakers; because I'm black, you think I'm an athlete.
It's late at night, your car is broken as I approach; because I'm black, you are afraid.
I'm on a bus and give up my seat; because I'm black, you think I had to.
I'm loud and happy; because I'm black, you think I'm high.
I sit in the park and your children aproach me; because I'm black, you call them back.
In many, many parts of the world, I'm seen as normal; because I'm black, I am accepted.
I walk in the street with a ball under my arm and sneakers; because I'm black, you think I'm an athlete.
It's late at night, your car is broken as I approach; because I'm black, you are afraid.
I'm on a bus and give up my seat; because I'm black, you think I had to.
I'm loud and happy; because I'm black, you think I'm high.
I sit in the park and your children aproach me; because I'm black, you call them back.
In many, many parts of the world, I'm seen as normal; because I'm black, I am accepted.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Mission accomplished
In the beginning there was silence. Almost in servility, small puffs of dust rose haphazardly into the still air just ahead of where I'm lying. Do not move a muscle-nor twitch-nor sweat from the exhausting heat.
Looks like thirty possibly forty - appear to be searching - looking - making no effort for silence or surprise. They seem to know that they have superiority. They have moved to both sides of the tree line. They have a purpose about them.
The mission target is among the group. He has formed with the left flank as they search the underbrush. Will have one shot. All I need. Carefully, slowly, move my left arm into position. Throat shot. About 300 yards and closing slowly, methodically, looking, searching.
Hold your breath, let it gather itself, eye to sight, let the air ever so slowly ease out as the target is acquired, firmly pull the trigger. Move quickly away. The report thunders loudly across the clearing and down towards the river. Confusion - my best friend. Move quicker as they look for where it came from. Stay off the path. Take advantage of the spooked animals. Random fire, they do not know yet. Almost to the river edge. Slip into the water and move with the river bank. Need to move 15 klicks to first rendezvous point. Must move quicker without giving my position away. They are searching angrily, firing at ghosts and goblins. Must have hit target.
"Charlie One" will wait 15 minutes on station before abandoning to next co-ordinates. Must chance moving out into the channel to pick up speed. Eyes only above the water. Take short breathes. Current moving faster. Three short bursts. Pretty close - not sure that they have found me or just firing wildly. Keep moving. Something has my leg. Can't see it. Slip my knife from the sheath and move carefully under the surface. Caught in an underwater tree limb. Lungs hurt - slice pant leg. Freed but must be careful as the surface is just above. Lungs burning, must have air. Feel light-headed. Stop just below the surface. See light, gently break the surface and rejoin the current. Carefully look at both shores. See no one. Hear no boat.
Round the bend the river broadens. Need to move back in close to the bank. Too exposed. Time to examine my leg. Nasty cut - need to move out of the water. River grass ahead - slip silently into it and crawl carefully farther into the grass. Be aware of snakes.
Clean wound - apply quick dressing and lace river grass over the bandage to avoid bleeding when moving. Leave no trails. Mission complete.
Looks like thirty possibly forty - appear to be searching - looking - making no effort for silence or surprise. They seem to know that they have superiority. They have moved to both sides of the tree line. They have a purpose about them.
The mission target is among the group. He has formed with the left flank as they search the underbrush. Will have one shot. All I need. Carefully, slowly, move my left arm into position. Throat shot. About 300 yards and closing slowly, methodically, looking, searching.
Hold your breath, let it gather itself, eye to sight, let the air ever so slowly ease out as the target is acquired, firmly pull the trigger. Move quickly away. The report thunders loudly across the clearing and down towards the river. Confusion - my best friend. Move quicker as they look for where it came from. Stay off the path. Take advantage of the spooked animals. Random fire, they do not know yet. Almost to the river edge. Slip into the water and move with the river bank. Need to move 15 klicks to first rendezvous point. Must move quicker without giving my position away. They are searching angrily, firing at ghosts and goblins. Must have hit target.
"Charlie One" will wait 15 minutes on station before abandoning to next co-ordinates. Must chance moving out into the channel to pick up speed. Eyes only above the water. Take short breathes. Current moving faster. Three short bursts. Pretty close - not sure that they have found me or just firing wildly. Keep moving. Something has my leg. Can't see it. Slip my knife from the sheath and move carefully under the surface. Caught in an underwater tree limb. Lungs hurt - slice pant leg. Freed but must be careful as the surface is just above. Lungs burning, must have air. Feel light-headed. Stop just below the surface. See light, gently break the surface and rejoin the current. Carefully look at both shores. See no one. Hear no boat.
Round the bend the river broadens. Need to move back in close to the bank. Too exposed. Time to examine my leg. Nasty cut - need to move out of the water. River grass ahead - slip silently into it and crawl carefully farther into the grass. Be aware of snakes.
Clean wound - apply quick dressing and lace river grass over the bandage to avoid bleeding when moving. Leave no trails. Mission complete.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
When I make love to you
When I make love to you, my heart races to catch my breath. I feel your fingers softly drawing circles upon my face. I hear your sigh gently in my ear. I sense you move from caressing to urgent to ecstasy.
You are both sensuous and sexual. Our love making begins early in the day. It is not lust in the sense of the immediacy of the moment but rather a day long romance woven with words and touching, laughing and singing, brushing by each other lightly but with promising intent, dancing to our favorite song, making dinner together, a glass of wine, soft lights, bubble baths and candles, soothing music, fresh linens, gentle touching, knowing exactally where your most sensitive spots are and taking time moving from one to the other. Eventually, urgent lust overwhelms all rationale thinking and a crescendo of joyous bliss enters every part of our bodies.
We fall gently into slumber, in each other's arms. Our dreams will be as one, our morning will be together as we begin life's wonderful dance again.
You are both sensuous and sexual. Our love making begins early in the day. It is not lust in the sense of the immediacy of the moment but rather a day long romance woven with words and touching, laughing and singing, brushing by each other lightly but with promising intent, dancing to our favorite song, making dinner together, a glass of wine, soft lights, bubble baths and candles, soothing music, fresh linens, gentle touching, knowing exactally where your most sensitive spots are and taking time moving from one to the other. Eventually, urgent lust overwhelms all rationale thinking and a crescendo of joyous bliss enters every part of our bodies.
We fall gently into slumber, in each other's arms. Our dreams will be as one, our morning will be together as we begin life's wonderful dance again.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Senses
If the eyes are the mirror of the soul--
Why can't I see you?
Are my eyes so blind that I cannot accept what I see?
The beauty of my love for you needs not sight to bask in the warmth of the joy in my heart.
I need all of my senses to savor your presence in my life.
I close my eyes and hear the soft syllables that overwhelm my sense of feeling.
As you say my name, my heart rises up in anticipation of what is to follow.
Your touch, gentle yet strong, evokes memories of long walks together,
of sunrise on the beach and loving caresses under moonlight. It was never behind me but along side of me and many times slightly ahead, laughing, smiling, urging me to hurry forward.
With my eyes closed, I feel your presence from the exhilarating fragrance of my favorite perfume. You wear it because you understand how crazy it makes me. You wear it because you love me and I, in turn, so greatly love you. You smell fresh after a shower yet earthy in the morning when we cuddle. Many days it is hard to leave your bed.
You are an awesome woman and I am extraordinarily lucky to be a part of your life. You bring out the very best in me, now and what still lies ahead.
Why can't I see you?
Are my eyes so blind that I cannot accept what I see?
The beauty of my love for you needs not sight to bask in the warmth of the joy in my heart.
I need all of my senses to savor your presence in my life.
I close my eyes and hear the soft syllables that overwhelm my sense of feeling.
As you say my name, my heart rises up in anticipation of what is to follow.
Your touch, gentle yet strong, evokes memories of long walks together,
of sunrise on the beach and loving caresses under moonlight. It was never behind me but along side of me and many times slightly ahead, laughing, smiling, urging me to hurry forward.
With my eyes closed, I feel your presence from the exhilarating fragrance of my favorite perfume. You wear it because you understand how crazy it makes me. You wear it because you love me and I, in turn, so greatly love you. You smell fresh after a shower yet earthy in the morning when we cuddle. Many days it is hard to leave your bed.
You are an awesome woman and I am extraordinarily lucky to be a part of your life. You bring out the very best in me, now and what still lies ahead.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Words
The world is small
The walls are thin
Probably shouldn't have said what I said
If I had to do it all over again
Pain is real
Whether intended or unintended
Didn't ask to be judged
Didn't want to be seen
My values are mine
I respect they are not yours
Leave me in peace
Come around no more
People believe what they do not see
It takes but a moment to destroy me
Think long before you speak
Understand what you have done
Say not in private
What you would not say in public
For judgement is left to those around you
Words have no sword
Pain knows no depth
Think my friend
Before the impact dispatches me forever.
The walls are thin
Probably shouldn't have said what I said
If I had to do it all over again
Pain is real
Whether intended or unintended
Didn't ask to be judged
Didn't want to be seen
My values are mine
I respect they are not yours
Leave me in peace
Come around no more
People believe what they do not see
It takes but a moment to destroy me
Think long before you speak
Understand what you have done
Say not in private
What you would not say in public
For judgement is left to those around you
Words have no sword
Pain knows no depth
Think my friend
Before the impact dispatches me forever.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Outside
Ever wonder what it would be like to stand outside of your life and look back into it? Would you be happy with what you observe? Would your decisions be different if you could step away for a minute to examine the impact of what you are about to do?
There are moments in time when we are really happy with who we are and what we have accomplished. And that's a good thing! There are times when one additional word of encouragement from someone else would have made all the difference in the world to you and those around you. There are times when not saying something would have been the better choice.
And then there are the "silly" things---would I wear that color now knowing how ridiculous I looked. Would I have smiled just a little longer to create interest in that someone special? Would I have gone back to school to better educate myself in something I really loved? Would I have taken that special vacation before I got sick if I could have known about the impending illness?
How many friends would I have had if I had tried just a little harder? Is my spouse or significant other truly getting the "best" I can offer or do they end up being "last" because I can place them there without fear? Do I truly believe in a "higher being" or do I simply "mouth" the words and follow what ever is safe? What sacrifices have I really made?
Have I given my best or is my best yet to come? What truly is my value system? Do I live it or just talk about it? Have I spent any time recently spreading "joy" to others? Do I always expect something in return?
When you step back and outside it provides a new meaning to what you have become. The great part is that you have time to reconsider your thoughts, your actions and where now you should be heading. Every once in awhile, we should all step outside ourselves, take stock and renew all that is good and work on all that needs some adjusting. We, truly are the "captains" of our personal ship.
There are moments in time when we are really happy with who we are and what we have accomplished. And that's a good thing! There are times when one additional word of encouragement from someone else would have made all the difference in the world to you and those around you. There are times when not saying something would have been the better choice.
And then there are the "silly" things---would I wear that color now knowing how ridiculous I looked. Would I have smiled just a little longer to create interest in that someone special? Would I have gone back to school to better educate myself in something I really loved? Would I have taken that special vacation before I got sick if I could have known about the impending illness?
How many friends would I have had if I had tried just a little harder? Is my spouse or significant other truly getting the "best" I can offer or do they end up being "last" because I can place them there without fear? Do I truly believe in a "higher being" or do I simply "mouth" the words and follow what ever is safe? What sacrifices have I really made?
Have I given my best or is my best yet to come? What truly is my value system? Do I live it or just talk about it? Have I spent any time recently spreading "joy" to others? Do I always expect something in return?
When you step back and outside it provides a new meaning to what you have become. The great part is that you have time to reconsider your thoughts, your actions and where now you should be heading. Every once in awhile, we should all step outside ourselves, take stock and renew all that is good and work on all that needs some adjusting. We, truly are the "captains" of our personal ship.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Dreams and Goals
In order to have a goal you must first have a dream. A goal is a measure of movement towards achievement. A goal defines a set of requirements to a plan through which your dreams come into fruition.
History records, through cave drawings, rice lettering's, verbal recitation of memories, and all other forms of communication the realization of someones dreams. Dreams can be grand or small. Dreams have no rules but those of the dreamer. Dreams are the catalysts for every major milestone of achievement. We venture into space and return because someone dared to dream it was possible. Explorers set a voyage because they believed.
Children dream of toys and candy and all things that make them happy. Teenagers dream of the perfect world, with their friends and that special someone and believe that there is no "bad" in front of them. Adults find solace in their dreams. It's a special place they don't have to share if they don't want to. It's a place where they can rearrange circumstance and rules to create their desired ending. Dreams are not pragmatic nor in many cases touch upon reality. But dreams are essential to move forward in their lives.
We teach our children, in very elementary ways, to create dreams. In order to teach them how to create or build or understand friendships they must learn to dream that this can happen. This provides the "teaching moment" that introduces planning, adjusting, sacrificing, saving, convincing and so many new and exciting "tools" in the "toolbox" for them. Dreams provide a safety net for our children to experiment without anyone getting hurt. It allows our children to experience happiness on many levels and teaches them how to deal with hurt, safely!
I can not think of a world that dreams would not enhance! Dreams and dreamers are to be cherished and nurtured. The next cure, the next great invention, the next sustained peace treaty, the next, the next, the next everything will come from dreams.
History records, through cave drawings, rice lettering's, verbal recitation of memories, and all other forms of communication the realization of someones dreams. Dreams can be grand or small. Dreams have no rules but those of the dreamer. Dreams are the catalysts for every major milestone of achievement. We venture into space and return because someone dared to dream it was possible. Explorers set a voyage because they believed.
Children dream of toys and candy and all things that make them happy. Teenagers dream of the perfect world, with their friends and that special someone and believe that there is no "bad" in front of them. Adults find solace in their dreams. It's a special place they don't have to share if they don't want to. It's a place where they can rearrange circumstance and rules to create their desired ending. Dreams are not pragmatic nor in many cases touch upon reality. But dreams are essential to move forward in their lives.
We teach our children, in very elementary ways, to create dreams. In order to teach them how to create or build or understand friendships they must learn to dream that this can happen. This provides the "teaching moment" that introduces planning, adjusting, sacrificing, saving, convincing and so many new and exciting "tools" in the "toolbox" for them. Dreams provide a safety net for our children to experiment without anyone getting hurt. It allows our children to experience happiness on many levels and teaches them how to deal with hurt, safely!
I can not think of a world that dreams would not enhance! Dreams and dreamers are to be cherished and nurtured. The next cure, the next great invention, the next sustained peace treaty, the next, the next, the next everything will come from dreams.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
First of many firsts
Nothing can prepare you for the birth of your first child. Not books or parents or well intentioned friends. Not siblings or grandparents. Of all the firsts in my life, this was by far the scariest, most exciting, private experience two people could share.
Honey, I have great news! I think I'm pregnant!
Are you sure? Have you seen the doctor? Do you need to sit down? I think I need to sit down!
I'm not sure we can afford it. Sure we can. What's one more tiny mouth to feed anyways. Should we tell our folks?Let this be our secret for now. Wow! Wow!
I want to do so much for my family. I have great dreams for this child. Oh God, please make it healthy with all it's fingers and toes. Please, please take great care with my wife. I am trusting you to do that.
We have to start planning for rooms, furniture, baby clothes, maternity clothes. I wonder what my wife will look like when she is really pregnant? God I love her! Look what we done!!
I can get a second job if I have to. My baby will have everything it needs. My baby will have the best of everything it needs. I'm going to be a father, a dad. I'm going to be a coach! We will be so happy!
How do I explain how wonderful I feel to anyone. I'm not sure I can even put my feelings into words. I'm not sure I can explain to the woman that I love so very much exactlly how I am feeling right now. My heart could burst with joy at this very moment. I could cry with joy and I don't care who see's me. What an awesome responsibility we have just taken on. Hadn't thought about that. So many feelings! Wow! Wow!
Nothing prepared me for this---wow!
Honey, I have great news! I think I'm pregnant!
Are you sure? Have you seen the doctor? Do you need to sit down? I think I need to sit down!
I'm not sure we can afford it. Sure we can. What's one more tiny mouth to feed anyways. Should we tell our folks?Let this be our secret for now. Wow! Wow!
I want to do so much for my family. I have great dreams for this child. Oh God, please make it healthy with all it's fingers and toes. Please, please take great care with my wife. I am trusting you to do that.
We have to start planning for rooms, furniture, baby clothes, maternity clothes. I wonder what my wife will look like when she is really pregnant? God I love her! Look what we done!!
I can get a second job if I have to. My baby will have everything it needs. My baby will have the best of everything it needs. I'm going to be a father, a dad. I'm going to be a coach! We will be so happy!
How do I explain how wonderful I feel to anyone. I'm not sure I can even put my feelings into words. I'm not sure I can explain to the woman that I love so very much exactlly how I am feeling right now. My heart could burst with joy at this very moment. I could cry with joy and I don't care who see's me. What an awesome responsibility we have just taken on. Hadn't thought about that. So many feelings! Wow! Wow!
Nothing prepared me for this---wow!
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Lost
Open a door---
Close a door---
Soften the pain---
Can't remember, won't remember, whats the difference.
Beat the drum slowly, lads.
Lower the straps slowly, lads.
Blow the pipes softly, lads.
Not ready for prime time-not ready for anytime.
Death by any other name is still death.
They call me cold, no, just immune.
You build shelters of sanity.
Darkness is my friend, also my enemy.
Death is swift, an act of kindness.
Too many to count, why bother to count.
Mission complete.
Beat the drums slowly, laddies.
Blow the pipes softly.
More to come, when I'm ready.
Open a door---
Close a door---
Close a door---
Soften the pain---
Can't remember, won't remember, whats the difference.
Beat the drum slowly, lads.
Lower the straps slowly, lads.
Blow the pipes softly, lads.
Not ready for prime time-not ready for anytime.
Death by any other name is still death.
They call me cold, no, just immune.
You build shelters of sanity.
Darkness is my friend, also my enemy.
Death is swift, an act of kindness.
Too many to count, why bother to count.
Mission complete.
Beat the drums slowly, laddies.
Blow the pipes softly.
More to come, when I'm ready.
Open a door---
Close a door---
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Believe in me
Believe in me, even if it isn't your dream.
Walk with me, even if it isn't your dream.
For you are awesome! You have pushed me forward to see far beyond majestic mountains, across many seas, I have raced to the stars and travelled to faraway places and only because you believed in me.
I look into your eyes and see into your soul. Your strength is the core of all I am, all I will become. Your gentle breath as you lay upon my chest guides my resolve to bring warmth and sunshine into all of your days. For you alone believed in me when doubt crept into my mind. You and only you said "yes" when all others said "hold back". You are the sum of all I have become and my drive as I march through the future as one.
As we travel forward along our journey, our dreams will merge. For my dreams have become your dreams and yours mine. The circle is complete. All of this because you believed!
Walk with me, even if it isn't your dream.
For you are awesome! You have pushed me forward to see far beyond majestic mountains, across many seas, I have raced to the stars and travelled to faraway places and only because you believed in me.
I look into your eyes and see into your soul. Your strength is the core of all I am, all I will become. Your gentle breath as you lay upon my chest guides my resolve to bring warmth and sunshine into all of your days. For you alone believed in me when doubt crept into my mind. You and only you said "yes" when all others said "hold back". You are the sum of all I have become and my drive as I march through the future as one.
As we travel forward along our journey, our dreams will merge. For my dreams have become your dreams and yours mine. The circle is complete. All of this because you believed!
Friday, March 5, 2010
DOS
It's interesting, if only to me, that parents require their children, especially young adolescents, to make "adult decisions". Since the majority of our "adult decisions" are based on our life's experiences to date, matured with our personal value system, it would seem absurd to expect a 14 year old with such little exposure to the world and all of its potential "landmines" to make very good "adult decisions"
I would rather have my child make "right or wrong" decisions. This is much easier for them to comprehend since they have been making these type of decisons since they were probably 14 months or so old. It is the same system that we have nurtured carefully into their "risk-reward" analysis as they grew. This system is simplistic, easy to navigate in and virtually black and white in its application.
Children need rules even though they may protest loudly as they grow in years. Boundarys allow them to apply the "right-wrong" rule as they venture forward. Children, like most adults, will conform to any set of rules if they don't change constantly. The frustration and irrationale behaviour eminate from different rules-different days or selective rules for special people. As children grow into adulthood, they will transition into "adult decisions" more easily if they have embraced the "right-wrong" concept. They will be better prepared to make intangible decisions based on a core value system which began early in their life as simplistic rules.
Right-wrong also has the benefit of continual and improved communications between the parent or adult and the child as they grow. It creates a fundamental base of agreement between the two parties. The problem before them is either right or wrong. The discussion comes into play as each side attempts to provide support for their perception of the fairness of the decision. No matter where the discussion may venture, ultimately the issue will revert to the "right-wrong" test. In a young adult's mind, this is a playing field leveler. As a by-product, it teaches them logical argument, negoiating tactics and provides the parent with a most desired "teaching moment".
It's interesting, if only to me, that parents require their children, especially young adolescents, to make "adult decisions". Since the majority of our "adult decisions" are based on our life's experiences to date, matured with our personal value system, it would seem absurd to expect a 14 year old with such little exposure to the world and all of its potential "landmines" to make very good "adult decisions"
I would rather have my child make "right or wrong" decisions. This is much easier for them to comprehend since they have been making these type of decisons since they were probably 14 months or so old. It is the same system that we have nurtured carefully into their "risk-reward" analysis as they grew. This system is simplistic, easy to navigate in and virtually black and white in its application.
Children need rules even though they may protest loudly as they grow in years. Boundarys allow them to apply the "right-wrong" rule as they venture forward. Children, like most adults, will conform to any set of rules if they don't change constantly. The frustration and irrationale behaviour eminate from different rules-different days or selective rules for special people. As children grow into adulthood, they will transition into "adult decisions" more easily if they have embraced the "right-wrong" concept. They will be better prepared to make intangible decisions based on a core value system which began early in their life as simplistic rules.
Right-wrong also has the benefit of continual and improved communications between the parent or adult and the child as they grow. It creates a fundamental base of agreement between the two parties. The problem before them is either right or wrong. The discussion comes into play as each side attempts to provide support for their perception of the fairness of the decision. No matter where the discussion may venture, ultimately the issue will revert to the "right-wrong" test. In a young adult's mind, this is a playing field leveler. As a by-product, it teaches them logical argument, negoiating tactics and provides the parent with a most desired "teaching moment".
Thursday, March 4, 2010
"Welcome to my World"
As I approach a milestone in my life's journey, my 65th birthday, I have looked into the shadows of my past and reflected upon the sunshine and the storms. My very existence is a sum of all of my experiences, varied, mystical, dangereous, blessed and countless adjectives and adverbs of every size, shape and variety.
I offer my thoughts for those who will walk with me. For those who cannot, I offer my prayers for a safe journey of your own. For those who want to enter and leave as their whim directs, lets enjoy the pieces and parts we share going forward. If a journey starts with the first step, lets lace up our boots and proceed.
As begininng landscape, I will allow my fellow travellers into the complexity of my life. One I have carefully created and protected which has allowed control in most situations. I am a genetic survivor of a highly functionable-disfunctional childhood. My siblings and extended family have not always succeded in their personal survivorship quest.
I was a student athlete or an athletic student. You choose! Every thing was easy for me. A price to be paid for later! My siblings would study for hours-I would study on the way to school. They would pull a B and I would receive my customary A. I played all sports, the majority in "starring" roles. Its easy to get lost in yourself when everyone wants to be you. College was the first wakeup call. If you have never learned to study, you don't know how. You, and I did, believe that somehow I would pull it out when it was necessary. I had always had before, no sweat, no worry. Baseball scholarship-full ride! Athletes dorm, lots of girls, newspaper coverage, scouts in the stands, no sweat have fun!
Academic probabtion-not to worry. Coach provides tutoring-wants to win tournaments. I still read my own press clippings. Batting .750, selected for the college all star team---continued probation---still don't get it. Suspended from school, embarrassed, first major failure in life. How do I go home?? What do I say?? Removed from the team!!! No scouts, no clippings, not sure how to navigate. Never been here before. Want to ask for help---don't know how to. Never had to before.
Welcome to Viet Nam! Thats what the banner said at Cam Ranh Bay! Another story for later.
As I approach a milestone in my life's journey, my 65th birthday, I have looked into the shadows of my past and reflected upon the sunshine and the storms. My very existence is a sum of all of my experiences, varied, mystical, dangereous, blessed and countless adjectives and adverbs of every size, shape and variety.
I offer my thoughts for those who will walk with me. For those who cannot, I offer my prayers for a safe journey of your own. For those who want to enter and leave as their whim directs, lets enjoy the pieces and parts we share going forward. If a journey starts with the first step, lets lace up our boots and proceed.
As begininng landscape, I will allow my fellow travellers into the complexity of my life. One I have carefully created and protected which has allowed control in most situations. I am a genetic survivor of a highly functionable-disfunctional childhood. My siblings and extended family have not always succeded in their personal survivorship quest.
I was a student athlete or an athletic student. You choose! Every thing was easy for me. A price to be paid for later! My siblings would study for hours-I would study on the way to school. They would pull a B and I would receive my customary A. I played all sports, the majority in "starring" roles. Its easy to get lost in yourself when everyone wants to be you. College was the first wakeup call. If you have never learned to study, you don't know how. You, and I did, believe that somehow I would pull it out when it was necessary. I had always had before, no sweat, no worry. Baseball scholarship-full ride! Athletes dorm, lots of girls, newspaper coverage, scouts in the stands, no sweat have fun!
Academic probabtion-not to worry. Coach provides tutoring-wants to win tournaments. I still read my own press clippings. Batting .750, selected for the college all star team---continued probation---still don't get it. Suspended from school, embarrassed, first major failure in life. How do I go home?? What do I say?? Removed from the team!!! No scouts, no clippings, not sure how to navigate. Never been here before. Want to ask for help---don't know how to. Never had to before.
Welcome to Viet Nam! Thats what the banner said at Cam Ranh Bay! Another story for later.
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