Monday, December 28, 2009
Snow Flakes
Snow Flakes, each one a momentary genius. No two alike, so fragile the very temperature or place of rest can alter there design. When they come slowly one by one we call this flurries. When they come briskly and heavy we call it a blizzard. Coupled with wind we call it a whiteout. Snow Flakes pile up in a wintry storm and we hurry to move them away into piles out of our way of travel. They effect our moods, they bring us fun. they relieve the sting of the cold as we enjoy them. the enhance the season of Christmas. They give us moments of joy as we build familiar images with their fluffy and packy masses. We have an excuse to press them tightly in to a ball and through them at each other in a play full exchange. They steal our bodies warmth as we frolic and play. A warm fire and hot cocoa become the healer of the freeze. They outline our trees and cover the ground. Changing everything around. these days are know as winter wonderland to some and to others a reason to escape to warmer climates. yet they are a part of the seasons of time. these little marks of wonder we call snow flakes amaze all who take the time to investigate. Have you ever let one land on your tongue? That sensation is so tiny and yet so amazing. no taste, just a slight sensation. Taste the challenge of the snow flake. yeah you might look ridiculous standing in wait for the flake. You might even be accused of being a little flaky yourself but! Who cares it just a little way to say your alive.
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Wasted Time
Time more precsous than gold more priceless than than finest treasures of this world. Tic Tic Tic second by second, minutes, hours, days and years roll on. Our accomplishments and dreams jammed into a mere 8 decades or more if we are gifted health. Between our beginning and end we hope to love, raise children and find one who completes us. Laughter and fun hopefully riddle our days and contentment join us to reality.
The very moment we become uncontent in this journey we begin to roam.
Here we ponder the successes of our time and how we have spent it...we ask our selves are we wasting our time.
The very moment we become uncontent in this journey we begin to roam.
Here we ponder the successes of our time and how we have spent it...we ask our selves are we wasting our time.
Monday, October 19, 2009
When love grows cold
Matthew 24:12 - Because of the increase of wickedness, the love of most will grow cold. (NIV)
It's all about unrequited love, "But love grows old, and waxes cold, and fades away, like the morning dew." It sometimes happens in marriages, when people grow apart from one another, and the love that they once shared turns into loathing. It sometimes happens to church people, whose fire for God goes out because of worldly cares and domestic pressures. Their love for God diminishes and so does their passion for the church. The root of this coldness is, according to the Bible, wickedness. We might not see it that way, but if we were to apply the word "wicked" to sins of pride, bitterness, greed, laziness, and indifference, we could make the connection. Faith, like marriage, requires a lot of work, focus, and commitment. If our faith and marriages are built only upon good times and good things, then when trouble or adversity, confrontation or insecurity arrive on our doorstep, we will be ill-prepared to handle them. Then people fall away; marriages dissolve; relationships end -- with God, with other people, even with our partners and churches. We all have to be careful about our commitments, whether they involve our faith, friendships, or family. If we allow wickedness -- pride, bitterness, greed, laziness, and indifference -- to enter into our spirits, minds, and souls, then we will lose our love, and our hearts will grow cold. We need to remember that Christ adds a warning to this gospel truth: "He who stands firm to the end will be saved." (Matthew 24:13 NIV) In other words, we don't get any prizes or rewards for a half-completed faith, nor a half-fulfilled life. We have to remain faithful to the end, otherwise we will never see God or know of His everlasting kingdom.
http://daily.presbycan.ca/devotions/2006/06-04-04.html
It's all about unrequited love, "But love grows old, and waxes cold, and fades away, like the morning dew." It sometimes happens in marriages, when people grow apart from one another, and the love that they once shared turns into loathing. It sometimes happens to church people, whose fire for God goes out because of worldly cares and domestic pressures. Their love for God diminishes and so does their passion for the church. The root of this coldness is, according to the Bible, wickedness. We might not see it that way, but if we were to apply the word "wicked" to sins of pride, bitterness, greed, laziness, and indifference, we could make the connection. Faith, like marriage, requires a lot of work, focus, and commitment. If our faith and marriages are built only upon good times and good things, then when trouble or adversity, confrontation or insecurity arrive on our doorstep, we will be ill-prepared to handle them. Then people fall away; marriages dissolve; relationships end -- with God, with other people, even with our partners and churches. We all have to be careful about our commitments, whether they involve our faith, friendships, or family. If we allow wickedness -- pride, bitterness, greed, laziness, and indifference -- to enter into our spirits, minds, and souls, then we will lose our love, and our hearts will grow cold. We need to remember that Christ adds a warning to this gospel truth: "He who stands firm to the end will be saved." (Matthew 24:13 NIV) In other words, we don't get any prizes or rewards for a half-completed faith, nor a half-fulfilled life. We have to remain faithful to the end, otherwise we will never see God or know of His everlasting kingdom.
http://daily.presbycan.ca/devotions/2006/06-04-04.html
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Rainy Days
Rainy morning, Hmm how it makes me think about the warmth of a Sunny day and the smell of fall. Allowing your eyes let the power in as you admire the flowers of spring as they reach for the sun and the tranquility of the beach as it release peace with in you.
Family vacations and pure enjoyment in the outdoors. Wow, Rainy days often suffer from regret that rainy days limit what one can do. In all honest these rainy days make it so ...How I love rainy days.
Slows me down enough to reflect, many say, but I cannot see the sun or the big blue sky. With out seeing them and feeling their warmth I get depressed and blah. Truth is your right you cannot see them, but what an exercise of faith. You know its still up there right? They will return when the storm passes right? Admit it, It’s all how you weather the storm isn‘t it.
Have you let the rain fall on your face without rushing to shelter? Have you allowed it to run down your face and soak you? It’s those times that allow you to touch things in your life that some times are rushed away like your desire to get out of the rain...
Read a book, plays some games, Talk to you family and realize that these rainy days feed the beauty of nature. Since you are a part of Nature Gods creation then rain has some nutrition for you too. Find it! As the thunder rolls and the rain comes down…find it. Let the rain cleanse up too. What it am I speaking of… Enjoy the fullness of a clear head, fullness of a sound mind and empty self indulgence. Let it rain. Challenge yourself to walk out (safely of course) walk out in a kind rainy day and let it touch your face. Maybe as a child was the last time you opened your arms and tipped your head back and let the drops touch your face watch what happens to your soul…
Come on, the sun and blue sky certainly are still up their but while the storm moves through touch it and allow it to touch you.
Family vacations and pure enjoyment in the outdoors. Wow, Rainy days often suffer from regret that rainy days limit what one can do. In all honest these rainy days make it so ...How I love rainy days.
Slows me down enough to reflect, many say, but I cannot see the sun or the big blue sky. With out seeing them and feeling their warmth I get depressed and blah. Truth is your right you cannot see them, but what an exercise of faith. You know its still up there right? They will return when the storm passes right? Admit it, It’s all how you weather the storm isn‘t it.
Have you let the rain fall on your face without rushing to shelter? Have you allowed it to run down your face and soak you? It’s those times that allow you to touch things in your life that some times are rushed away like your desire to get out of the rain...
Read a book, plays some games, Talk to you family and realize that these rainy days feed the beauty of nature. Since you are a part of Nature Gods creation then rain has some nutrition for you too. Find it! As the thunder rolls and the rain comes down…find it. Let the rain cleanse up too. What it am I speaking of… Enjoy the fullness of a clear head, fullness of a sound mind and empty self indulgence. Let it rain. Challenge yourself to walk out (safely of course) walk out in a kind rainy day and let it touch your face. Maybe as a child was the last time you opened your arms and tipped your head back and let the drops touch your face watch what happens to your soul…
Come on, the sun and blue sky certainly are still up their but while the storm moves through touch it and allow it to touch you.
Friday, October 16, 2009
My Children
How precious are moments we treasure and spend with them? A memory, a video, a snap shot of these moments becomes more priceless as time pushes its way into our reality. Remember the smiles of our babies? The sounds and smells they make as infants. The infamous poop faces and spit up that spin our emotions into action. Innocent laughter becomes so powerful that it could pierce the hardest heart and melt the ice caps of a frigid soul. The joys of listening to them breathe as they cuddle in your arms fast asleep. Remember those yucky diapers that some how became no big deal? That is the definition of peace to me. Something so stinky, painfully testing your senses and stimulating you flee its fowl stench. You are halted by a willingness to care for this little one. An eager crawl across the room to capture your attention they reach for you to pick them up. Crying to just be in your arms one more time. The tumbling falls and struggles to walk. Digging in the dirt, throwing rocks in the river excuses to just being together. Watching their hair grow and their teeth painfully pushing through, slowly but surely realize they are now 2. Up late you sacrifice rest to heal sickness, tame scary dreams and chase ghosts away at night. Riding a bike and learning to swim. Learning how to become what interests them. Reading stories and telling tall tails. Campfires and outdoor fun, trails offering chances to run. Games created just to have something new to do. Coaching, parenting discipline and praise too. The nagging adolescent requests to go “hangout with friends”.
You forcefully remind yourself I am so in love with my children and the many joys they have brought into my life.
So quickly they become independent and time renders us older. Off they go out on their own.
I long for the days when I came home. Hugs and kisses and the need to be near, I miss the hugs and the conversations. I miss those days when I was superman. Now, I am glad that they now know that I am a mere man.
Gone are the anticipations of the Easter Bunny, Santa Claus and Birthday friends and fun. Now I watch and guide and direct when I am allowed. I am so proud of them, these children of mine. I see their mommy and me in all that they do. How they have grown and their faces still hold the Character traits of the babies they once where not so long ago. Our reminiscent journeys of these days of old become our personal treasures. Shape our hope and aspirations of things to come. Keep us moving forward until time is done. Until then I dream of being a grandpa and the best Dad I can be. I wonder is this what my dad thought about me. When did I become so wrapped up in this? Seems to me just yesterday I was running in the halls of my school days. My school friends fade in to the geographic maze of life’s twists and turns. Now I am a parent, a husband and not just a friend. I am Businessman and trust partner. Wow it happened, I am all grown up…soon this question will belong to our children and they to will know what is to love effortlessly and without reservation as the become an adult captured by the reality life brings. Work, Mortgage, Taxes and payments galore have riddled my days with things I must do. I hope and pray they will here what I say when I guide and direct them by the path they will choose. Hmmm this life this time we are lent passes through our fingers like sand on a beach. I never want to leave them but inevitably it will be. So while I am here Lord Help show them to path you would choose for them. Oh how I love them and miss them when they are not with me.
You forcefully remind yourself I am so in love with my children and the many joys they have brought into my life.
So quickly they become independent and time renders us older. Off they go out on their own.
I long for the days when I came home. Hugs and kisses and the need to be near, I miss the hugs and the conversations. I miss those days when I was superman. Now, I am glad that they now know that I am a mere man.
Gone are the anticipations of the Easter Bunny, Santa Claus and Birthday friends and fun. Now I watch and guide and direct when I am allowed. I am so proud of them, these children of mine. I see their mommy and me in all that they do. How they have grown and their faces still hold the Character traits of the babies they once where not so long ago. Our reminiscent journeys of these days of old become our personal treasures. Shape our hope and aspirations of things to come. Keep us moving forward until time is done. Until then I dream of being a grandpa and the best Dad I can be. I wonder is this what my dad thought about me. When did I become so wrapped up in this? Seems to me just yesterday I was running in the halls of my school days. My school friends fade in to the geographic maze of life’s twists and turns. Now I am a parent, a husband and not just a friend. I am Businessman and trust partner. Wow it happened, I am all grown up…soon this question will belong to our children and they to will know what is to love effortlessly and without reservation as the become an adult captured by the reality life brings. Work, Mortgage, Taxes and payments galore have riddled my days with things I must do. I hope and pray they will here what I say when I guide and direct them by the path they will choose. Hmmm this life this time we are lent passes through our fingers like sand on a beach. I never want to leave them but inevitably it will be. So while I am here Lord Help show them to path you would choose for them. Oh how I love them and miss them when they are not with me.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
To Be Loved
Defined as:
a strong positive emotion
an object of warm affection or devotion
terms of endearment
to be enamoured or deeply captivated
a score of zero in tennis
Is it a feeling? Is it an action or sport? The definition of love would seemingly be timeless. Possibly our mere humanness keeps us from its fullness. Only allowing a glimpse of its silky sensation. If we are fortunate enough to find the ONE who mutually enchants the similar quest for its affections!
How ever you may choose to express your quest to find LOVE and share it with one. To make a reality of LOVE your mission, expedition, pursuit, hunt, or journey to find it OR maintain it. Must be vigorous!
Marriage is the attempt of publicly making it known that you are joined in everyday to another. A man and Women promise to share all things. Agreeing that at its best and worst life will not severe the commitment made to become one flesh.
Some how the national averages show we are confused about this commitment. Possibly trustfulness has evaded the alter of matrimony that our parents and their parents taught us to treasure more than a fine gem.
The searcher, hunter, chaser, pursuer, explorer, investigator or inquirer will have a heavy task indeed.
For the incorrect action thought to be unwise, unfortunate bad judgement or lack of exposure to ones morning face/breathe or other distinctive qualities. Is a catastrophe after one has engaged in the legal binding of lives known as Marriage. SO, the searcher, hunter, chaser, purser, explorer, investigator or inquirer roll. MUST not be taken lightly now should it.
How long must you search, hunt, chase, purse, explore, investigate or inquirer before it is sufficiently accomplished?
The ANSWER: -A Life Time
ask your grand parents about their grand parents prepare yourself to cacth the mistakes of your past through your heritage.
I am convinced True Love boils down to one thing!
The unadulterated old fashion TRUST!
The FACT that you have spent enough time to know who this person is and who they will be everyday for the rest of their lives physically mentally and spiritually. That you have seen them act and react to everything they will ever encounter. That regardless of circumstance and obligation, satisfaction or ill intent you have seen them stand strong and are not shaken from the principle of commitment. That pride, loyalty and fortitude are found within their character in every facet of their very existence.
Then and only then my friend will you be like Charlie in the chocolate factory of LOVE! Ready for marriage and all its candy coating.
Sounds impossible you say?
I agree.
It is this mere mortals opinion as I have failed and I have accomplished greatly in this arena. That until you have accomplished a life time beside one. I believe only then can you explain the secret of true love. Yes once you have spent the life you have no voice as you give up the ghost. so then it will remain a secret right?
There is no fear in Perfect Love, But Perfect Love drives out all fears. Because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not perfected by or in love.
If you have fear you should read Roman 8:15 here it is said that you are not born of the spirit of fear...
yet if you are fearful your quest will be tainted and your selction and focus will equally be ill advised. http://www.slate.com/id/2224932/
I think God himself showed us the best expression of Love through the life of Jesus Chrit and if we can imitate it possible stay out of the way we will share it. live it. Embrace it...the desire to be loved.
a strong positive emotion
an object of warm affection or devotion
terms of endearment
to be enamoured or deeply captivated
a score of zero in tennis
Is it a feeling? Is it an action or sport? The definition of love would seemingly be timeless. Possibly our mere humanness keeps us from its fullness. Only allowing a glimpse of its silky sensation. If we are fortunate enough to find the ONE who mutually enchants the similar quest for its affections!
How ever you may choose to express your quest to find LOVE and share it with one. To make a reality of LOVE your mission, expedition, pursuit, hunt, or journey to find it OR maintain it. Must be vigorous!
Marriage is the attempt of publicly making it known that you are joined in everyday to another. A man and Women promise to share all things. Agreeing that at its best and worst life will not severe the commitment made to become one flesh.
Some how the national averages show we are confused about this commitment. Possibly trustfulness has evaded the alter of matrimony that our parents and their parents taught us to treasure more than a fine gem.
The searcher, hunter, chaser, pursuer, explorer, investigator or inquirer will have a heavy task indeed.
For the incorrect action thought to be unwise, unfortunate bad judgement or lack of exposure to ones morning face/breathe or other distinctive qualities. Is a catastrophe after one has engaged in the legal binding of lives known as Marriage. SO, the searcher, hunter, chaser, purser, explorer, investigator or inquirer roll. MUST not be taken lightly now should it.
How long must you search, hunt, chase, purse, explore, investigate or inquirer before it is sufficiently accomplished?
The ANSWER: -A Life Time
ask your grand parents about their grand parents prepare yourself to cacth the mistakes of your past through your heritage.
I am convinced True Love boils down to one thing!
The unadulterated old fashion TRUST!
The FACT that you have spent enough time to know who this person is and who they will be everyday for the rest of their lives physically mentally and spiritually. That you have seen them act and react to everything they will ever encounter. That regardless of circumstance and obligation, satisfaction or ill intent you have seen them stand strong and are not shaken from the principle of commitment. That pride, loyalty and fortitude are found within their character in every facet of their very existence.
Then and only then my friend will you be like Charlie in the chocolate factory of LOVE! Ready for marriage and all its candy coating.
Sounds impossible you say?
I agree.
It is this mere mortals opinion as I have failed and I have accomplished greatly in this arena. That until you have accomplished a life time beside one. I believe only then can you explain the secret of true love. Yes once you have spent the life you have no voice as you give up the ghost. so then it will remain a secret right?
There is no fear in Perfect Love, But Perfect Love drives out all fears. Because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not perfected by or in love.
If you have fear you should read Roman 8:15 here it is said that you are not born of the spirit of fear...
yet if you are fearful your quest will be tainted and your selction and focus will equally be ill advised. http://www.slate.com/id/2224932/
I think God himself showed us the best expression of Love through the life of Jesus Chrit and if we can imitate it possible stay out of the way we will share it. live it. Embrace it...the desire to be loved.
Have you Ever...
felt the air becoming cool and found yourself convinced that winter was on its way?
Heard the laughter of a child as it infectiously consumes your emotions with a burst in to laughter and smiles?
Smell something that sent you into a retreat searching for something to rid the scent from the air you breath?
Lay on the beach tanning feeling your skin soaking in the sun and determined it was long enough?
We seem to have no issues with these things and we never rationalize them away. Nore do we over think with analytic intention before responding. Similar sensations bring instant reactions that are generally the same regardless of who you are. Could it be this is our design?
Yet a man or woman can lay beside the one person who loves them more than any other in a sea of emotional turmoil and never once reach out to say I love you more than this emotional moment suggests.
Instead they choose to drift of to sleep sleep in denial...
I have climbed mountains and scaled Vallie's as well. I never once passed up a chance to gaze out at the scenery. Pressing on past fatigue and thirst to get to the top. The decision to breath in and squeeze the moment for ever inch of exhilaration is the perfect example of spontaneity. Empowered to make my way to the bottom. Not once missing the opportunity to look around in amazement about the things I just passed on the way up, but they missed my awareness like I was momentarily blind. Amazed! That I could have missed it, yet willing to admit that I missed it. Without prideful justifications linked to to self preservation. You just surrender. Your reward is to squeeze the moment for all it has to give. Filling your lungs with fresh air until they can hold no more.
You are fulfilled. Empowered with instant sensations of accomplishment. You prepare for the decent from the top with out surrendering of your fulfillment.
Stopping at the bottom almost as though it where an involuntary action you gaze at the top where you had just been.
A simple climb to the top of a mountain can show you so many things about who you are.
Maybe, you will never physically climb a mountain. However you may climb emotional mountains and scale deep Vallie's in your own way.
It is still amazing, that in these moments the soul surrenders itself to the moment. No baggage. Burdens or worries seem to slowly take a place somewhere else if only just for this climb.
I reminded of my daughter climbing her first Mountain. Many times fatigue came over her. Excuse after excuse would force her to stop the climb just to regain her momentum. My sons off like a race horse to the top. When my daughter made it to the top she cried and cuddled up next to her Mom until she regained her composure. Fear and amazement captured her emotions. My son was like a mountain goat after a 2 litter bottle of maga caffeine jolt. Jumping off ever peak and into the little crevases riddled across the top of the mountain. It is so awe striking to see how this experience effects someone.
Have you ever asked yourself if YOU, can take this climb and look at it from a life lesson mentality , would you see why the mind can respond so purely to these moments and react with the fitting responses without over or under cutting the moment? Then why can't we seem to do this with our everyday with the one we love? Have you ever...
Heard the laughter of a child as it infectiously consumes your emotions with a burst in to laughter and smiles?
Smell something that sent you into a retreat searching for something to rid the scent from the air you breath?
Lay on the beach tanning feeling your skin soaking in the sun and determined it was long enough?
We seem to have no issues with these things and we never rationalize them away. Nore do we over think with analytic intention before responding. Similar sensations bring instant reactions that are generally the same regardless of who you are. Could it be this is our design?
Yet a man or woman can lay beside the one person who loves them more than any other in a sea of emotional turmoil and never once reach out to say I love you more than this emotional moment suggests.
Instead they choose to drift of to sleep sleep in denial...
I have climbed mountains and scaled Vallie's as well. I never once passed up a chance to gaze out at the scenery. Pressing on past fatigue and thirst to get to the top. The decision to breath in and squeeze the moment for ever inch of exhilaration is the perfect example of spontaneity. Empowered to make my way to the bottom. Not once missing the opportunity to look around in amazement about the things I just passed on the way up, but they missed my awareness like I was momentarily blind. Amazed! That I could have missed it, yet willing to admit that I missed it. Without prideful justifications linked to to self preservation. You just surrender. Your reward is to squeeze the moment for all it has to give. Filling your lungs with fresh air until they can hold no more.
You are fulfilled. Empowered with instant sensations of accomplishment. You prepare for the decent from the top with out surrendering of your fulfillment.
Stopping at the bottom almost as though it where an involuntary action you gaze at the top where you had just been.
A simple climb to the top of a mountain can show you so many things about who you are.
Maybe, you will never physically climb a mountain. However you may climb emotional mountains and scale deep Vallie's in your own way.
It is still amazing, that in these moments the soul surrenders itself to the moment. No baggage. Burdens or worries seem to slowly take a place somewhere else if only just for this climb.
I reminded of my daughter climbing her first Mountain. Many times fatigue came over her. Excuse after excuse would force her to stop the climb just to regain her momentum. My sons off like a race horse to the top. When my daughter made it to the top she cried and cuddled up next to her Mom until she regained her composure. Fear and amazement captured her emotions. My son was like a mountain goat after a 2 litter bottle of maga caffeine jolt. Jumping off ever peak and into the little crevases riddled across the top of the mountain. It is so awe striking to see how this experience effects someone.
Have you ever asked yourself if YOU, can take this climb and look at it from a life lesson mentality , would you see why the mind can respond so purely to these moments and react with the fitting responses without over or under cutting the moment? Then why can't we seem to do this with our everyday with the one we love? Have you ever...
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Impressions
Impressions are the foot prints we leave in the path behind us. Impressions very in depth like our relationships. It all depends on whats under our feet. How soft is the foundation and principal we stand on. How much time we spend in one spot must be considered as well. To hasty and those that follow will be doomed to long and we could sink into the very ground where we stand.
You see, it doesn't matter about the tread you leave with in your impression as much as it does to those who follow in your steps.
I guess this could be our children or someone who admires you. I think time has its toll on each impression, but a signature none the less is left behind. Those who know you know it is your path and for those who follow they my only intersect or follow for a time until they choose their own. Or they are distracted swept into a wandering bliss of distraction. That leads to a faded fateful end.
Weather the impression is under your feet or on the heart of those we share vertical or horizontal intersection we travel one step one moment at a time.
What impression have you left? What impression do intend to leave. Or will your impression be a cold engraved dead end on a stone. Choices seperate us by the amount of impressions we leave and the quality of the tread we sign into life by our choices and pace of travel. Teaching a child how to read, to fish, to swim. Positioning them to leave impressions more powerful than our own. This will make the weave of our life everlasting and timeless.
So give it your best impression...
You see, it doesn't matter about the tread you leave with in your impression as much as it does to those who follow in your steps.
I guess this could be our children or someone who admires you. I think time has its toll on each impression, but a signature none the less is left behind. Those who know you know it is your path and for those who follow they my only intersect or follow for a time until they choose their own. Or they are distracted swept into a wandering bliss of distraction. That leads to a faded fateful end.
Weather the impression is under your feet or on the heart of those we share vertical or horizontal intersection we travel one step one moment at a time.
What impression have you left? What impression do intend to leave. Or will your impression be a cold engraved dead end on a stone. Choices seperate us by the amount of impressions we leave and the quality of the tread we sign into life by our choices and pace of travel. Teaching a child how to read, to fish, to swim. Positioning them to leave impressions more powerful than our own. This will make the weave of our life everlasting and timeless.
So give it your best impression...
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Reflections
The end of a long term relationship can severely damage the already complex journey of life. When children are involved hurt always thrusts its way into or future...
The magnitude of energized pondering can shake ones soul. Like a son who's bitterness wonders and wavers through his early man hood. Blame, past hurts become fuel for anger. Troubled adolescences brings it rages to the forefront and dangerously emotion influences a young opinion. Facts are clouded by hurt, sadness and depression build rage and discontent.
Time is the healer, pain is the reality.
The magnitude of energized pondering can shake ones soul. Like a son who's bitterness wonders and wavers through his early man hood. Blame, past hurts become fuel for anger. Troubled adolescences brings it rages to the forefront and dangerously emotion influences a young opinion. Facts are clouded by hurt, sadness and depression build rage and discontent.
Time is the healer, pain is the reality.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
A Breath...
Accompanied with the involentary functions that sustain life a breath feeds the entire body. How perfect and pure it is meant to be. We riddle it with damaging habits of our maturity. Society adds its compounding bad habits. Unless you have seen or heard the last breath of one you love leave th orchestra of life. You might not realize the pricless purity of a breath. Truely priceless.
As each day goes by more and more we need to realize how often the breath of fruitful life is to the body we inhabit. Do you take it forgranted?
When will we halt the confusion of society to take a moment to induce change. Change?...the ability to reverse a bad mood, to reshape a frown into a shining smile. To transform a brief argument with the women of your dreams to a shower of cleansing tones that magnify your truness of heart.
I wonder, can we realize the gift of breath, the pulse of the heart, the electric charge that allows us to feel, a mind that can sore the expanses of infinity. A soul that can house joyous melodies of conversation. A spirit of expression that can move mountains?
Recently the most dearest person in my life stopped smoking. An answer to my prayers yet, I watch the daily struggle through the whisper of a habit that haunts daily. Oh how I wish that habit could transform into a desire and passion to know this gift. Ahope for many a reality for only a few.
... I believe within the very hope that morning will come and rest will be temporary and disrupted only by the morning light. One can find fear hidden in the wisp of each breath or the unsettled snore. As fatigue embraces the surrender of the soul as night falls. Helplessly we simply breath as the orchestra of life takes control.
As each day goes by more and more we need to realize how often the breath of fruitful life is to the body we inhabit. Do you take it forgranted?
When will we halt the confusion of society to take a moment to induce change. Change?...the ability to reverse a bad mood, to reshape a frown into a shining smile. To transform a brief argument with the women of your dreams to a shower of cleansing tones that magnify your truness of heart.
I wonder, can we realize the gift of breath, the pulse of the heart, the electric charge that allows us to feel, a mind that can sore the expanses of infinity. A soul that can house joyous melodies of conversation. A spirit of expression that can move mountains?
Recently the most dearest person in my life stopped smoking. An answer to my prayers yet, I watch the daily struggle through the whisper of a habit that haunts daily. Oh how I wish that habit could transform into a desire and passion to know this gift. Ahope for many a reality for only a few.
... I believe within the very hope that morning will come and rest will be temporary and disrupted only by the morning light. One can find fear hidden in the wisp of each breath or the unsettled snore. As fatigue embraces the surrender of the soul as night falls. Helplessly we simply breath as the orchestra of life takes control.
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