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?

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.







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"

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.

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
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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.

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.