Closed

Have you ever watched your car door close just to realize its locked and your keys are in the ignition?

Have you ever Come home after grocery shopping only to realize the door is locked and you forgot to put your key back on your key ring?

Have you ever walked out to head off in your busy day to find that your car won't start?

Have you ever attempted to love someone only to find they just closed the door and turned the lights off?

Oh what a feeling...
With each experience wisdom files and shapes your dealings forward.
So the next time someone doesn't just shine with a smile when you say good morning or expresses a joyless attitude, before judgement over comes your defenses, come to your senses and exam the moment...

It is very possible you might have something in common here with the individual.
Ask your self the question you want to impose.

Life is so unpredictable, but it should never keep you from planning, besure your planning encompasses a plan B and possibly a C.

The less disappointment we let in will help shape our expectation...  Allow plan B and C to fluidly move into place with out the shock factor leading us to dissapointment and aimless rants.

Startegizing should be apart of the plan. Life lesson 423,789,641,313.987

Souled out

The cold winter breeze on a mid January morning. 14 degrees below zero is enough to send most into hibernation. The remedy, lighting a toasty warm fire in a crackling fire place and sipping a hot cup of coffee slow and easy. Allowing the lumination of the dancing flames take you far from the sting of that fridged January bite that is slowly leaving your toes and your nose. Peel open the pages of a long awaited reading of a book, cuddle with your children. Hold your wife tight.

BUT, what if for a moment your reality seperated you and you could not touch those you love anymore?

A thought that should send a January shiver through the depths of your soul!

Will it take something tragic to bring you to the warmth of a hug?

Will it be the absence of joy in your childs smile or the loss of those gazing innoscent eyes looking into yours, reflecting the comfort and safety that only your arms provided with a slow growing grin?

I hope not.

Go to the place hidden in the depths of your soul and fill it up!  Take all the most precious moments and hide them thier.  Lock them away with all that you would hope for. If you could not ever see them or touch them ever again...here in the depths of your deepest soul.  They will live forever.  Draw on this strength in your darkest hours, boast of them in your finest hours.

get to know the desire to just one more time touch them. To hear thse little voices and look into the eyes of those you love and those who love you in return.

Don't let the coldness, bitterness and strife steal you away from joy!

In the blizzard of pain you can hibernate or break out into the cold sting of reality and face the pains of the past.

Journey through them with passionate dilgence until they are gone from you.

Then when you have nothing left and the coldness seems to have rendered you helpless stealing warms from the very marrow of your bones, Close your eyes as though you dont want to see any longer!  Reachout to the healing whisper from within your soul.

Then when you clearly hear the whispered direction begin to open your eyes slowly, easing them open like waking from a deep dark slumbering sleep into a luminated room filled with bright light.

Then and only then when you soul is emptied of pain you might just find yourself next to that fire place, sipping coffee with the familiar embraces of the ones you love. A fantastic reward for the diligence quest of healing and help from above...good bye my pain. I am souled out.

Inspiring Quotation for Surveyors
I just had share it...

"The problems of boundary lie at the foundation of all surveying, for one must know where a line is before he can measure it, and the solution of these problems calls for the same powers of accurate observation and of consecutive and logical thought that are demanded for successful work in any branch of modern science.

It is needless to say that the successful surveyor must be accurate in his instrument work and in his computation; yet, if he would really succeed, he must go beyond this.

He must add to this the patience to collect all the evidence which can be found bearing upon the case in hand, together with the ability to weigh this evidence to a nicety and to determine clearly the course pointed out by the balance of probability.

If, in addition, he posesses enough imagination to cast pleasant lights across the desert of dry details, he should be successful indeed.

The watchwords of the Surveyor are Patience and Common Sense.

The vocation of the Civil Engineer has always been invested with a dignity of its own. But it seems to me that of late years, in paying him the honor which is his just due, we are apt to fix a little too wide a gap between him and his humbler brother, the Surveyor.

We give engineering the chief attention in our technical schools, but surveying we are wont to relegate to the Freshman class. Yet the profession of the Surveyor deals with one of the oldest and most fundamental facts of human society - the possession and inheritance of land.

Fire, flood and earthquake wipe out the greatest works of the engineer, but the land continueth forever.

Curiously enough the Surveyor is isolated in his calling, and therein lie his responsibility and his temptations.

The lawyer comes nearest to understanding the work, yet of the actual details of a survey most lawyers are woefully ignorant. The business man who can judge to a hair the fulfillment of a contract has no eye for the for the shortened line or the shifted landmark.

To the skilled accountant of the bank the traverse sheet is a closed book. Dishonesty in ordinary buisness life cannot long be hid and errors in accounts quickly come to light, but the false or faulty survey may pass unchallenged through the years, for few but the Surveyor himself are qualified to judge it.

I maintain that in the hands of the Surveyor, to an exceptional degree, lie the honor of the generations past and the welfare of the generations to come;in his keeping is the Doomsday Book of his community, and who shall know if he is false to his trust?

Therefore I believe that to every Surveyor who values his honor and has a full sense of his duty the fear of error is a perpetual shadow that darkens the sunlight.Yet it seems to me that to a man of active mind and high ideals the profession is singularly suited; for to the reasonable certainty of a modest income must be added the intellectual satisfaction of problems solved, a sense of knowledge and power increasing with the years, the respect of the community, the consciousness of responsibility met and work well done. It is a profession for men who believe that a man is measured by his work, not by his purse, and to such I commend it."Boundaries and Landmarks By A.C. Mulford 1912

WOW!

Seasons of Change

Another year is coming to a close, Seasonal highlights await in celebratory spendor.
Promising to capture those moments of eternal memories, cast in momentary images displayed in frames and photo albums scattered across our years as proof of our experiences and existance.
Some happy, some sad and some loaded in remaniscient conversation and explanation ready to leap from our tongues at the moment of invitaion.


Another Year awaits, the unstoppable start of the race through the seasons of time and change.
This past year has engaged great change for this journeymen, change seemingly the only component in life that is constant these days.


Like Jack Frost touches everything on a deep northern February morning in Central New York State. Time, like our frosty friend also waves its magical fridgid expression of change along the icy current of time.  Each face, each voice will be forced to grip change. No one, rich or poor is unable to hide its spells.


Our reflections reveal that youth is like a season in our journey in time, inner peace eases the impact and wisdom enlightens the load for the lucky soul.
Unanswered dreams and unspoken expression becomes the haunting hopes of
many. Fight the process and ignore its rendering of times accountable touch and misery will be your company.


Looking back over our path provides wisdom to the young willing to lend an ear and apply the chance of change. Oh the joy found in a young soul willing to allow wisdom to seep into its being.  The elation fills the cooling soul of the wise ones as they watch the gift of life lived to its fullest expresion lived out before there eyes.


I am thankful for those I have loved and cherish the joys that fill me.  Regret is forced into submission by the willingness to realize things that truly matter.
When the body is tired and can journey no more I will journey the mental whisper of reminiscent reenactments of the moments I have loved most.


It is my prayer that joyful glimpses of endearing moments will harmonize with the memories of my childrens laughter. Willingly taking my final expression of life with a smile in the face of the final seasons of change.
Should a horrific claim cut my journey short, I believe to absent from the body is to be present with the lord, and peace and time will carry me like a breeze through the forrests to season that changes no more.

Healing & Harmony

Looking in to a face that experienced historic moments igniting reminiscent conversation that cultivates sparks of laughter and stokes an inferno within your soul. Isn't that what friendship, companionship should be? Overflow with the hopes, dreams and lifes never ending flow?

Then the trust thing creeps in silently, hmmm I bet we could fill pages of thoughts and glasses with tears on this topic.  Tonight, I just want to think one thing though my thought hurl with topics.

I have felt the love of a mother for her child...
I have felt the deep crushing blow of death...
I have felt my hand in anothers with promises of forever...
I have felt my heart bounce to the zesty jolt of passion...
I have felt the naked bottom of my Children in my hands in the first moment of there lives...
I have journied the joyous steps of watching them grow only to realize I have to let go...
I have felt realistic awe of watching a ship sail out into the ocean and out of sight...
I have felt the Ocean like my toes on a January walk in the sand...
I have felt winters fury sting my nose...
I have felt the sun change my white body to golden brown...
I have felt the climb of high peaks...
I have felt the adventourous taste of hiking hundreds of miles...
I have felt natures wonders quietly express themselves...
I have felt the nervous energy of second chances...
I have felt the warming sensation of forgiveness...
I have felt shame of disappointment...
I have felt the embraced success...
I have felt the cold stare of failure...
I have felt the rush of skipping across the ocean...
I have felt the elation of travel...
I have felt the hand of God...
I have felt miraculous moments...
I have felt the tears of tragedy and cried them into submission...
I have felt the realization of my mistakes...
I have felt my mind open to new beginings....
I have felt hatred grip my heart and strangle my joy...
I have felt fear close doors and limit my dreams...
I have felt intimidation claim my hopes...
I have felt heroic defining moment...
I have felt the dry swallows of challenge...
I have scaled the greasy walls of envy...
I have seen the driven look of love...
I have felt the daring expedition of true freindship...

What a gift to feel, whatever it maybe.
Wherever it might be, however it comes.
Physically, mentally or spiritually.
In your mind, body or soul its a rolling tempest of healing and harmony twisted in to a clinging bond that defines you or a flaming furnace that consumes you.  Let them come and let them go, but know they will come these emotions like the ripples on the surface of water...what you do with them shapes tomorrow.

The one that is key, at least for me, is being happy and loving the guy I see when I see my reflection...