So I decide to NOT go to the concert at the Westfield Congregational Church tonight. I gather up my jammies and start to drawn a bath. Well, 1 1/2 inches of water and it starts coming out freaking cold! UGH!
So what do I do? Hey! I can take a hint, a.k.a., a nudge from above. I get out of the frigid waters and toss on some clothes...AND AWAY I GO! I hiked down to the church...got there early even. It was nice. I got to talk with Bethany for a while before the event and Kelly afterwards. I was surprised to find Bethany in charge of the reception and my buddies Kelly and Joe in the show.
Anyway, I just got back from the "Warm Hearts, Warm Homes" concert. I am so glad that I went!!! I heard some beautiful music that touched me deeply and had some laughs thanks to a couple of 'runaway nuns' and Killingly-Brooklyn's own sit down comic. What a nice down home evening.
I would have loved to see more folks there. It was for a good cause. The interfaith group was raising money to help needy folks with their heat this winter. It was lovely to see the young and the old together in community, in the interest of helping. My heart is indeed much warmer for the experience!
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
puzzle
Scattered pieces marching to mayhems tune
as a shattered bland landscape
that confounds the ordered faculties.
Bypassed bits and perplexing pieces
threatening to go their diverse ways
carelessly travelling without a map.
Unable to come together in due time
apart and separate one from another
cohesive theory does not exist.
Yet designed to be united in a whole,
a vision of concrete human imaginings
complete upon a cardboard canvas.
as a shattered bland landscape
that confounds the ordered faculties.
Bypassed bits and perplexing pieces
threatening to go their diverse ways
carelessly travelling without a map.
Unable to come together in due time
apart and separate one from another
cohesive theory does not exist.
Yet designed to be united in a whole,
a vision of concrete human imaginings
complete upon a cardboard canvas.
sandbox
Gritty world of limited time and space
The simple purview, that youthful place.
Not merely dirt but landscape too.
A small place apart for you.
Special arena where fantasy will do.
Like childhood through the hourglass
Silicone memories continue to pass.
Sculpted impermanent in a fluid medium
Change is the inevitable outcome.
Then one lonely day, the prince and princess
Come not hither for their grimy process.
They are grown, all gone and away,
So the sandbox idles till another day,
When another royal clan digs in deep
On the day they come to play for keeps.
The simple purview, that youthful place.
Not merely dirt but landscape too.
A small place apart for you.
Special arena where fantasy will do.
Like childhood through the hourglass
Silicone memories continue to pass.
Sculpted impermanent in a fluid medium
Change is the inevitable outcome.
Then one lonely day, the prince and princess
Come not hither for their grimy process.
They are grown, all gone and away,
So the sandbox idles till another day,
When another royal clan digs in deep
On the day they come to play for keeps.
What is this thing?
A wildly passionate chariot ride drawn by a reckless heart blazing across mystical skies beyond the speed of conscious thought.
Thinking fantastical imaginings of most fanciful dreams that are bursting with the hope that dares to be contained or restrained naught
Anything is possible in this realm with heart strings tugging at the helm.
The coldest fire darkens the lightest beasts of mind resurrected in the past, still dead.
To let go absolutely is the only way to succeed abundantly in embracing that dread.
Yet it is not to limit the joyous state of complete abandonment to the cloudy winds of twisted turbulence that consume the human soul.
It is the very act of faith of the only way known in which a person's shattered state can be gathered to become spiritually whole.
Thinking fantastical imaginings of most fanciful dreams that are bursting with the hope that dares to be contained or restrained naught
Anything is possible in this realm with heart strings tugging at the helm.
The coldest fire darkens the lightest beasts of mind resurrected in the past, still dead.
To let go absolutely is the only way to succeed abundantly in embracing that dread.
Yet it is not to limit the joyous state of complete abandonment to the cloudy winds of twisted turbulence that consume the human soul.
It is the very act of faith of the only way known in which a person's shattered state can be gathered to become spiritually whole.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Ponderings...
Why is it that even though I know there will be bumps in the proverbial road, I'm still surprised when I happen across one?
Why is it so easy to admit that I am not perfect and yet so difficult to look at exactly how I am imperfect?
Exactly why is it that there are not atheists in foxholes?
Instead of insisting on having what I want why can't I want what I have?
Life is a journey, then I'll take the scenic route any day!
Why do we hire weather forecasters to be wrong all the time? Is that really a good investment?
If I believe in God and there is no God, what I have I lost?
Do atheists ever take the non-existence of god as a matter of faith?
If Nietzche is right and God is, in fact, dead, then would he be classified as an atheist or a religionist? Can non-existent beings die?
How did freedom of religion become absence of religion?
How could we dream big enough to send a man to the moon yet we can't imagine a woman in the oval office?
How is it that in our free enterprise system there are companies too large to fail?
The American dream was hijacked by Ambien, et. al.
"When you haven't got time for the pain..." If the answer is in a pill, what the hell was the question?
Maybe the reason we're losing the war on drugs is because the pharmaceutical companies keep pumping untold resources into public relations campaigns that insist drugs are the answer to EVERYTHING!
If prostitution is against the law, then shouldn't all those bank execs who screwed the American public and then asked for bailout money be arrested? We did just pay to get screwed, didn't we?
Why is it said by those who consider themselves patriots, "America, love it or leave it" instead of, "America, love it or change it?"
Why is it unAmerican to work toward changes in the United States and so patriotic to blindly follow without ever questioning?
I must be able to conceive it and believe it if I am going to receive it.
Today is a gift, that's why it's called the present. Don't get wrapped up in more than that.
It doesn't really matter "who's on first' if your team isn't playing, now does it?
If I focus on the positive, then I don't have time to get mired in the negative.
God doesn't call the qualified. God qualifies the called. Don't try to qualify that...you're not God!
The difference between me and God is that God never thought s/he was me!
It's said that if you can remember the 60's you weren't really there. Well, a lot of good things got said and done in the sixties but if we don't remember them, does that mean they didn't happen and they weren't said?
If a tree falls in the forest, isn't the forest still there?
Whether I accept life on life's terms or not does not change reality. Acceptance, however, does change me.
When one door closes, pay attention to what happens in the hall while you wait for the next door to open. The NOW exists where you are at, not where you want to be.
I am right where I am supposed to be, but I am not where I am supposed to stay.
It doesn't matter whether I learn from my successes or my failures for growth is always a positive outcome.
How I got here is less important than where I am going from here.
Today is the first day of the rest of your life. What are you waiting for?
Why is it so easy to admit that I am not perfect and yet so difficult to look at exactly how I am imperfect?
Exactly why is it that there are not atheists in foxholes?
Instead of insisting on having what I want why can't I want what I have?
Life is a journey, then I'll take the scenic route any day!
Why do we hire weather forecasters to be wrong all the time? Is that really a good investment?
If I believe in God and there is no God, what I have I lost?
Do atheists ever take the non-existence of god as a matter of faith?
If Nietzche is right and God is, in fact, dead, then would he be classified as an atheist or a religionist? Can non-existent beings die?
How did freedom of religion become absence of religion?
How could we dream big enough to send a man to the moon yet we can't imagine a woman in the oval office?
How is it that in our free enterprise system there are companies too large to fail?
The American dream was hijacked by Ambien, et. al.
"When you haven't got time for the pain..." If the answer is in a pill, what the hell was the question?
Maybe the reason we're losing the war on drugs is because the pharmaceutical companies keep pumping untold resources into public relations campaigns that insist drugs are the answer to EVERYTHING!
If prostitution is against the law, then shouldn't all those bank execs who screwed the American public and then asked for bailout money be arrested? We did just pay to get screwed, didn't we?
Why is it said by those who consider themselves patriots, "America, love it or leave it" instead of, "America, love it or change it?"
Why is it unAmerican to work toward changes in the United States and so patriotic to blindly follow without ever questioning?
I must be able to conceive it and believe it if I am going to receive it.
Today is a gift, that's why it's called the present. Don't get wrapped up in more than that.
It doesn't really matter "who's on first' if your team isn't playing, now does it?
If I focus on the positive, then I don't have time to get mired in the negative.
God doesn't call the qualified. God qualifies the called. Don't try to qualify that...you're not God!
The difference between me and God is that God never thought s/he was me!
It's said that if you can remember the 60's you weren't really there. Well, a lot of good things got said and done in the sixties but if we don't remember them, does that mean they didn't happen and they weren't said?
If a tree falls in the forest, isn't the forest still there?
Whether I accept life on life's terms or not does not change reality. Acceptance, however, does change me.
When one door closes, pay attention to what happens in the hall while you wait for the next door to open. The NOW exists where you are at, not where you want to be.
I am right where I am supposed to be, but I am not where I am supposed to stay.
It doesn't matter whether I learn from my successes or my failures for growth is always a positive outcome.
How I got here is less important than where I am going from here.
Today is the first day of the rest of your life. What are you waiting for?
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
an attitude of gratitude
the picturesque fall exploding with colors galore
the solitude and subtle colors of winter's grandeur
which give rise to springs rebirth in vibrant display
to birth summer into full bloom with nature's array
in the delicate features of the most fragrant of flowers
or the sacred stillness of life in the morn's wee hours
till the pace of time of takes off with glorious sunlight
offer opportunity for faux and fancy to take real flight
life pulses on one resounding beat at a time
offering wealth of experience subtle and sublime
madness and mayhem muffled by the mundane
serenity the champion conquers the most inane
the insatiable human heart echoes of love's longing
lamenting hollowness like the waylaid song bird
as miracle expands within to find a full faith
wisp of the human spirit drifting as a wraith
smile upon countenance I know from the inside out
this is fodder that produces the gratitude I'm talking about
so much I can say yet there is that for which words fail
deep inside I reach to touch gentle soul's billowing sail
not simply a single moment of being in this grateful place
it's perpetual maneuvering on gratitude's buoyant grace
the solitude and subtle colors of winter's grandeur
which give rise to springs rebirth in vibrant display
to birth summer into full bloom with nature's array
in the delicate features of the most fragrant of flowers
or the sacred stillness of life in the morn's wee hours
till the pace of time of takes off with glorious sunlight
offer opportunity for faux and fancy to take real flight
life pulses on one resounding beat at a time
offering wealth of experience subtle and sublime
madness and mayhem muffled by the mundane
serenity the champion conquers the most inane
the insatiable human heart echoes of love's longing
lamenting hollowness like the waylaid song bird
as miracle expands within to find a full faith
wisp of the human spirit drifting as a wraith
smile upon countenance I know from the inside out
this is fodder that produces the gratitude I'm talking about
so much I can say yet there is that for which words fail
deep inside I reach to touch gentle soul's billowing sail
not simply a single moment of being in this grateful place
it's perpetual maneuvering on gratitude's buoyant grace
Monday, October 26, 2009
Gratefully yours...
I was talking with Mel today. It's been a little while since I've put together a gratitude list. Hmm..what's that about? Well, there is only one way to correct that so here goes...
I am grateful for
...the sun and the moon and stars in the sky
...the clouds that bring rain and the ones that just drift by
...the fish and the turtles and the sea creatures of all kinds
...the beasts of the land and the birds that fly on the wind
...family and friends who stand beside me through thick and thin
...all the people who challenge me to be the best I've ever been
...all the good times that bring a smile to my face
...even the most disconcerting times I can embrace
...the picture of the fall exploding with colors galore
...the solitude and subtle colors of winter's grandeur
...which give rise to springs rebirth in vibrant display
...to bring summer to full bloom with nature's array
...in the delicate features of the most fragrant of flowers
...or the sacred stillness of life in the morn's wee hours
...till the pace of time of takes off with glorious sunlight
...offering opportunity for fancy to take real flight
...life pulses on one beat at a time
...offering experience subtle and sublime
...madness and mayhem muffled by the mundane
...serenity's victory conquers the most inane
...with the human heart echoing love and faith
...wisp of the human spirit drifting as a wraith
...smile upon countenance I know from the inside out
...what in the world would would I be ungrateful about?
Just some stray thoughts...and I think I have a poem in the midst of all that. Let's see how that plays out. NO FILM AT 11! LOL
I am grateful for
...the sun and the moon and stars in the sky
...the clouds that bring rain and the ones that just drift by
...the fish and the turtles and the sea creatures of all kinds
...the beasts of the land and the birds that fly on the wind
...family and friends who stand beside me through thick and thin
...all the people who challenge me to be the best I've ever been
...all the good times that bring a smile to my face
...even the most disconcerting times I can embrace
...the picture of the fall exploding with colors galore
...the solitude and subtle colors of winter's grandeur
...which give rise to springs rebirth in vibrant display
...to bring summer to full bloom with nature's array
...in the delicate features of the most fragrant of flowers
...or the sacred stillness of life in the morn's wee hours
...till the pace of time of takes off with glorious sunlight
...offering opportunity for fancy to take real flight
...life pulses on one beat at a time
...offering experience subtle and sublime
...madness and mayhem muffled by the mundane
...serenity's victory conquers the most inane
...with the human heart echoing love and faith
...wisp of the human spirit drifting as a wraith
...smile upon countenance I know from the inside out
...what in the world would would I be ungrateful about?
Just some stray thoughts...and I think I have a poem in the midst of all that. Let's see how that plays out. NO FILM AT 11! LOL
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