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Monday, February 11, 2008
Friday, February 8, 2008
Thursday, February 7, 2008
New Day
It was always hard to get up in the morning and I always found myself trying to sleep a few more minutes to put-off the things I had to do for the day. I was in the doldrums of life stomping thru the slush to find the peace in the pillow of my choice. Each day would drag by to no end, as the months and years would fly as I waited until the insanity of the whole thing would end.
Lately though, the mornings are a lot better and I seldom touch the snooze switch as I have already turned off the alarm before it rang. Some days the sun is bright, on the ceiling above me, and then there are the days which rain is drumming on the windows and the wind blowing hard against the walls. These forces have there purpose on this earth as do I. So with hardships, pains and misplaced plans in tow, I start my day with each step, no matter how slow, for the things I must accomplish are from an endless list that is not my own. The days are much longer and a month I have not seen, I have only eternity to complete a life time of work.
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Donald Barr Born May 7, 1935 Died January 24, 2008
Just a writing exercise where you write from your heart for 15 minutes without looking. I wrote this after reading an obituary, on my cousin, who was a college professor at Cornell, teaching Human Ecology. Its sad to realize that you don't learn enough about the people you know.
Wandering
In the ways of the world, I have wandered the days awake, and I have stood. It has been dark the mornings, arose, without the sun, between my eyes. The softness felt beyond my memories are a drop, in the dew, of a melted frost, of an evening past of mine. Each step has been without the other and each again, the same, as I have tried to find the place I first started and have tripped over my own memories in finding them.
I can’t say the things that come to mind, for the clouds won’t leave their place beneath me. I so wish to drift asleep again until my thoughts are cleared from the brush of clutter that has grown from my past indecisions. It isn’t so often when a fire from beyond enables me to burn thru the haze and torch the bushes that have grown before my path of growth.
It is clear for me now, and so it will be, as each step takes its own weight, along the curves that form before me. It is far above the place I had expected. It is so soft and pure. So many are alike and know what course I have traveled. But they are friends that have hope for me and have wished for my success, since I was young. I settle in my heart, in this spot, as I am home
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Inspired from above in a moment of reflection
Seeds of Faith
The weather where I live is very temperate due to the ocean being only four miles away. The wind that blows across the surface of the water mixes with the air that surrounds us and makes the people that live here happy, watching the weather channel, when snow has befallen the hopes of others. The inhabitants that have settled here are a diverse group, owning chicken farms, village shops, local grocery stores, hair salons and the corner hardware store. Others came bearing degrees and have hung shingles on their doors with the titles of Doctor, Dentist, Lawyer and Architect. There are also the newcomers, who built their mansions on the sand facing the wind and intermingle with us, as fair weather comes upon us. The rest of us, are the rut of the work force, and handle the majority of the day to day things, that make the town go round, so to say. I find it enjoyable and like it to an old settler’s town without the trading post, butter churns and mud laden streets.
Entertainment in our town can be as diverse as its people. Movies, restraints, bars and stores for shopping dot the main streets of our and the other cities that surround us. Many meet in groups at local taverns to drink and tell stories of the day or have parties at home to brag of their future wealth and stature with words that bubble from their mouths of champagne. There are others that have found a special place to meet where all the attendants are children no matter their age and talk not of yesterday or tomorrow’s dreams but only of what they know and feel today. I have been one of these blessed few.
We are all brothers and sisters and an occasional Pastor, sprinkled here and there, at our church. We meet to praise God, our Lord Jesus Christ and to lift Them up along with each other. It is a safe haven of life, like no other, with all eyes and arms raised in one direction. We, together, are an unyielding force of our Almighty God, bond together in friendship, unity, strength, love and direction.
Within this bond of friendship I have had the privilege to meet Earl and our sister Edith. They own a small business called Moments in Time, that produce products that have been sand blasted with inscriptions upon them. I think any material worthy of the process, no matter the size, would be fair game for Earl as there are few earth bound materials that can endure the force of a grain of sand.
Brother Earl and Sister Edith donated numerous small, pocket stones with a sand blasted, gold painted cross imprinted on it to their friends at the church. I thought it was a great gift as I removed the wrapper and placed in my pocket. I could rub it in the times I would become stressed or anxious to remind me of God’s presence in my life and carry me thru my hard periods.
I soon learned that God gifts are to be used according to his will and not what we decide to use them for. We left church and headed for the grocery store to pick up supplies for dinner. I was in the check out line with all the essentials waiting for the person in front of me to get checked out when my new stone decided to wander from me. I didn’t know the girl behind the cash register and I really loved my new stone but my hand took it from my pocket as I offered it as a present to her. I said, “It is what it looks like, but it is more”. That was even deep for me. I watched the girl for her reaction as she hesitated for a moment, said thank you and continued to bag my groceries. I walked away evaluating the whole experience and compared it to having a door shut in my face.
As I loaded the groceries in the car, my wife reminded me of an additional item on the list I had forgotten to purchase. Back I went into the place of the wicked one to pick up our loaf of bread. There wasn’t anyone in line as I approached the checkout. The same girl took my bread to check it out and said, “I pray to God that He gives me the patience tonight until I get home to my kids.” The door opens, water splashes you in the face, you drop to your knees, open your eyes and pray to our God that knows all.
I have placed many more stones in my pocket but none of them stay there very long. Not everyone reacts the same or as quickly. I have had people ask me what is the “more” of the stone, a week after I have given to them. I tell them that it is a seed that has been growing in them since they received it and I ask if they would like to learn what I mean. Although they are the easiest, I enjoy giving a stone to those with eyes glimmering with faith, because I know I have found a new brother or sister. There are some that their faces turn red with embarrassment as I hand it to them and I want to believe that it might have reminded them of their lack of faith or a recent sin they had committed. But I really can’t say, for who are we to question how our God chooses to use the stone within them. I just remember that, we shall plant the seed and it is God that will provide the increase.
Seeds of Faith
The weather where I live is very temperate due to the ocean being only four miles away. The wind that blows across the surface of the water mixes with the air that surrounds us and makes the people that live here happy, watching the weather channel, when snow has befallen the hopes of others. The inhabitants that have settled here are a diverse group, owning chicken farms, village shops, local grocery stores, hair salons and the corner hardware store. Others came bearing degrees and have hung shingles on their doors with the titles of Doctor, Dentist, Lawyer and Architect. There are also the newcomers, who built their mansions on the sand facing the wind and intermingle with us, as fair weather comes upon us. The rest of us, are the rut of the work force, and handle the majority of the day to day things, that make the town go round, so to say. I find it enjoyable and like it to an old settler’s town without the trading post, butter churns and mud laden streets.
Entertainment in our town can be as diverse as its people. Movies, restraints, bars and stores for shopping dot the main streets of our and the other cities that surround us. Many meet in groups at local taverns to drink and tell stories of the day or have parties at home to brag of their future wealth and stature with words that bubble from their mouths of champagne. There are others that have found a special place to meet where all the attendants are children no matter their age and talk not of yesterday or tomorrow’s dreams but only of what they know and feel today. I have been one of these blessed few.
We are all brothers and sisters and an occasional Pastor, sprinkled here and there, at our church. We meet to praise God, our Lord Jesus Christ and to lift Them up along with each other. It is a safe haven of life, like no other, with all eyes and arms raised in one direction. We, together, are an unyielding force of our Almighty God, bond together in friendship, unity, strength, love and direction.
Within this bond of friendship I have had the privilege to meet Earl and our sister Edith. They own a small business called Moments in Time, that produce products that have been sand blasted with inscriptions upon them. I think any material worthy of the process, no matter the size, would be fair game for Earl as there are few earth bound materials that can endure the force of a grain of sand.
Brother Earl and Sister Edith donated numerous small, pocket stones with a sand blasted, gold painted cross imprinted on it to their friends at the church. I thought it was a great gift as I removed the wrapper and placed in my pocket. I could rub it in the times I would become stressed or anxious to remind me of God’s presence in my life and carry me thru my hard periods.
I soon learned that God gifts are to be used according to his will and not what we decide to use them for. We left church and headed for the grocery store to pick up supplies for dinner. I was in the check out line with all the essentials waiting for the person in front of me to get checked out when my new stone decided to wander from me. I didn’t know the girl behind the cash register and I really loved my new stone but my hand took it from my pocket as I offered it as a present to her. I said, “It is what it looks like, but it is more”. That was even deep for me. I watched the girl for her reaction as she hesitated for a moment, said thank you and continued to bag my groceries. I walked away evaluating the whole experience and compared it to having a door shut in my face.
As I loaded the groceries in the car, my wife reminded me of an additional item on the list I had forgotten to purchase. Back I went into the place of the wicked one to pick up our loaf of bread. There wasn’t anyone in line as I approached the checkout. The same girl took my bread to check it out and said, “I pray to God that He gives me the patience tonight until I get home to my kids.” The door opens, water splashes you in the face, you drop to your knees, open your eyes and pray to our God that knows all.
I have placed many more stones in my pocket but none of them stay there very long. Not everyone reacts the same or as quickly. I have had people ask me what is the “more” of the stone, a week after I have given to them. I tell them that it is a seed that has been growing in them since they received it and I ask if they would like to learn what I mean. Although they are the easiest, I enjoy giving a stone to those with eyes glimmering with faith, because I know I have found a new brother or sister. There are some that their faces turn red with embarrassment as I hand it to them and I want to believe that it might have reminded them of their lack of faith or a recent sin they had committed. But I really can’t say, for who are we to question how our God chooses to use the stone within them. I just remember that, we shall plant the seed and it is God that will provide the increase.
I am flopping around from one thought to another. Never checking where the rest of my body is because my face is posted to this screen. This one was written after too much shredded wheat.
( This, for the dog lovers in us)
We are only Servants in the Castle
I was bestowed the responsibilities as steward, at a castle, found in these United States of America, in the great first state of Delaware, located in a small town called Briggsville, on a dead end street named Endless Road, placed in a setting surrounded by other castles of pleasant fortitude. This being my position for many seasons with my wife, Suzanne, of seventeen years and our daughter, in servitude training, Samantha, at the age of sixteen. We were the last of several servants left to keep the castle and grounds up until the next royal came to inhabit its chambers. We had many lonely cycles of the moon awaiting the next heir to the throne.
One evening a rider appeared at the gate bringing news of a young Prince being born in a distant land. We were asked to gather him from his keepers and to raise and teach him in the ways of royalty until such a time when he had matured to a stature to sit at the throne.
He was of a distinguished line of royalty having been sired by Braxton Hix Youngblood and dam by Curious Georgette of Misty Mountain. His security detail was all but killed or captured during a plot to overthrow the throne during his birth. He was hid among other children, being taken care of by a mysterious clan, named the Mennonites, which lived in the rolling hills of Lancaster, Pennsylvania.
We left immediately, under the cloak of darkness and arrived at the farm of Glendon Strite by midmorning. He was a man of poverties standing 5’2” tall. He wore tattered clothes beneath a heavy apron made of pieces of oxen hide that had been sewn together like a patchwork quilt. His scruff beard hung down below his plump belly and the floppy, dust covered hat he wore drooped over his intelligent blue eyes. Glendon inspected our credentials and hurried to a barn close by. He returned with the child, just freshly weaned, from his dry nurse, a week before.
The Prince was a handsome child, being fully furred, head to toe, with golden hair and floppy ears. His tongue hung out from the side of his mouth and he squirmed in excitement of our arrival. Glendon told us the Prince had not been given a name to keep him safe from harms way. We told him we would give the Prince a name, of a commoner, that would not be obvious to would be assassins.
The Prince was placed on the ground and allowed to stretch his legs and lighten his load for the long trip ahead. He had learned to move quite quickly across the ground on all fours, but the grace in his steps, was still misplaced, as he wobbled, fell and rolled without accord. My wife picked him up to brush the dirt off his boxy head and he lathered her with licks so furious to put out a fire. We thanked Glendon for his service, with two silver coins, and started our journey home.
On the trip home we decided to give the Prince a name. Our choices would have to remain within the names of the people of modest means and couldn’t sparkle from your mouth as it was spoken. I had recently befriended a man who had been shipwrecked on an island for several years. He told me that over the years on the island the loneliness grew unbearable to the point where he thought insanity was upon him. One day a round, soft, ball, used during a sport of that time, appeared on the beach. He painted a face on it and put grass from the island, within holes, in the top of it, for hair. His will had kept him sane and the Son of God had delivered this life saving companion to him. Hence fore, he called his friend Wilson.
The name Wilson seemed to be fitting for the Prince as it came out of great hardship and perseverance and it was a name from those of modest means. So it came to be that the first son of the mighty Sir Braxton Hix Youngblood, of the clan of Golden Retriever, on the 12th day of Grateful Blessing, in the month of full harvest, within the year one hundred score and three, from the great town of Lancaster, would be called Prince Wilson. It was then we realized the Prince had not lightened his load enough.
Come back for the future adventures of Prince Wilson. Coming soon.. Princess Grace enters Prince Wilsons life and the Court Jester Copper, gets his laughter back.
Monday, February 4, 2008
Excerp from 'A Long Visit to Morocco'
(short short story by Mr. Fiddle)
As Nadia began to place some of it in the top of the hookah, Lillian gave us a lesson on the history of its use. She explained that the people of the desert were nomadic people that lived in tents and solitude. Their Muslim religion was the majority of their thoughts and lives and the religion they followed did not allow for drinks that would poison their minds and bodies or would they do sinful or hurtful things against others.
They spent their evenings in their tents with others from the tribe, smoking from the hookah and telling stories of their families, their courageous ancestors and prophesizing of the future. I sat in my chair and let Lillian’s story take me into the desert, to the village of this tribe. I stood before several tents, a flap of each opened and the light from within defining the doorway which muffled Arabic voices escaped and blended with the breathing of weary camels that were anchored in the ground surrounding the village and illuminated by the light of a crescent moon as it bounced off the tops of the tents and cast shadows across the shimmering particles of glass. I lay upon the sand and gazed into the clear night sky that was filled with the lights of a thousand stars that went unseen by the eyes of a million others.
O Ye of Little Faith
Life is not simple and neither is the way my faith works. I would say it is a blessing for the times I lay awake at night contemplating the words of the Bible , either spoken by God, Jesus Christ or one of His children, I wonder if They meant for us to only accept the words or look into there meanings.
I would compare it to standing on the shore of a sea and a ship in the far distance is passing the point where I am standing. I raise my looking glass to see what ship it is. It appears to be a foreign ship of different colors that I have not seen before but I adjust the focus and see men working on the deck that are friends of mine and understand where the ship came from. To me, knowing the men, helped me understand the origin of the ship, to another, the ship may help to identify the men aboard. This example, in itself, has become one of my basic beliefs in most spiritual experiences. The believer, thru Gods divine knowledge, receives His word thru, that which he understands.
I am new in faith, newly saved, newly baptized and a basic Bible believing Baptist. I am nothing special on this earth. I guess you could say a regular stiff that has laid his life; body and soul face down on the ground, as a servant, to our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. It is an amazing feeling that I cannot compare to anything else in my life. I have had a yearning since I was young that would overtake me and couldn’t be satisfied by anything I did. It’s been a long and hard journey but the yearning is over.
I have heard that the burning, the newly saved feel, is something temporary that will age and develop into a different type of faith. I know for myself that isn’t something I want to happen unless taken by the Grace of God or something larger than a million beasts pulling on my soul and as I have thought about it, God wouldn’t want that burning light to be dimmed. He wouldn’t want us to settle and be comfortable in our faith thinking we are on a plateau and the other people that need saved will climb to us.
As every Christian should grow in their faith, belief and understanding of God’s word, my Holy Spirit has never let me down. When I was saved, turning my life over to our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, I felt a great emptiness being filled. A week ago, I lay before God and asked for his help to surrender all of myself to the Holy Spirit that dwelled inside me, to allow Him to be my pilot and me only the passenger. I went to bed and thought about church the next day.
It was Sunday and I was feeling excited as always about our morning service. I was standing in our pew singing our first hymn when my eyes weld up and my voice couldn’t complete each line of the hymn. It was so over whelming until I realized what had occurred. It continued all thru the service and thru to today. Oh what power our Almighty God possesses. What love He fills our hearts with. He has removed my filter of pride and with it I have the ability to see and feel others around me.
One of my favorite and most read verses in the Bible is Matt. 6. 25-34. It helps me in times of stress, anxiety and feeling alone, something we as children of God deal with in this world. The verse I always think about is Matt. 6. 30 : Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which to day is, and to morrow is cast into the oven, shall He not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith? When I became anxious I would say to myself, “O ye of little faith”, to remind myself, that if my faith was strong enough, I wouldn’t have the anxiety I felt. I looked at it as a fault I had and because of it my life wasn’t as peaceful as it needed to be to serve our Lord. But the words “O ye of little faith” are much more than I thought.
When our Savior Jesus Christ died for us on the cross and ascended into Heaven, He left the Holy Ghost with us as our Comforter. Our bodies became His and the work on this earth, that needs to be completed, is by the hand of God thru the Holy Ghost that dwells in us. We, as children of God, walk the path that Jesus has begun for us, but we also aspire to obtain the pure qualities that He possesses. We as humans can never be perfect as Jesus was, but it is our daily and life long work to try to become as close to His grace, understanding, beliefs, compassions and faith in God that is possible for us. “O ye of little faith” isn’t a fault but a complement to us in our attempt each day to live our lives growing in faith like our Lord Jesus Christ. If we choose to live our lives this way the bright and burning light of the newly saved Christian will not diminish, it will only grow brighter.
Life is not simple and neither is the way my faith works. I would say it is a blessing for the times I lay awake at night contemplating the words of the Bible , either spoken by God, Jesus Christ or one of His children, I wonder if They meant for us to only accept the words or look into there meanings.
I would compare it to standing on the shore of a sea and a ship in the far distance is passing the point where I am standing. I raise my looking glass to see what ship it is. It appears to be a foreign ship of different colors that I have not seen before but I adjust the focus and see men working on the deck that are friends of mine and understand where the ship came from. To me, knowing the men, helped me understand the origin of the ship, to another, the ship may help to identify the men aboard. This example, in itself, has become one of my basic beliefs in most spiritual experiences. The believer, thru Gods divine knowledge, receives His word thru, that which he understands.
I am new in faith, newly saved, newly baptized and a basic Bible believing Baptist. I am nothing special on this earth. I guess you could say a regular stiff that has laid his life; body and soul face down on the ground, as a servant, to our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. It is an amazing feeling that I cannot compare to anything else in my life. I have had a yearning since I was young that would overtake me and couldn’t be satisfied by anything I did. It’s been a long and hard journey but the yearning is over.
I have heard that the burning, the newly saved feel, is something temporary that will age and develop into a different type of faith. I know for myself that isn’t something I want to happen unless taken by the Grace of God or something larger than a million beasts pulling on my soul and as I have thought about it, God wouldn’t want that burning light to be dimmed. He wouldn’t want us to settle and be comfortable in our faith thinking we are on a plateau and the other people that need saved will climb to us.
As every Christian should grow in their faith, belief and understanding of God’s word, my Holy Spirit has never let me down. When I was saved, turning my life over to our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, I felt a great emptiness being filled. A week ago, I lay before God and asked for his help to surrender all of myself to the Holy Spirit that dwelled inside me, to allow Him to be my pilot and me only the passenger. I went to bed and thought about church the next day.
It was Sunday and I was feeling excited as always about our morning service. I was standing in our pew singing our first hymn when my eyes weld up and my voice couldn’t complete each line of the hymn. It was so over whelming until I realized what had occurred. It continued all thru the service and thru to today. Oh what power our Almighty God possesses. What love He fills our hearts with. He has removed my filter of pride and with it I have the ability to see and feel others around me.
One of my favorite and most read verses in the Bible is Matt. 6. 25-34. It helps me in times of stress, anxiety and feeling alone, something we as children of God deal with in this world. The verse I always think about is Matt. 6. 30 : Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which to day is, and to morrow is cast into the oven, shall He not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith? When I became anxious I would say to myself, “O ye of little faith”, to remind myself, that if my faith was strong enough, I wouldn’t have the anxiety I felt. I looked at it as a fault I had and because of it my life wasn’t as peaceful as it needed to be to serve our Lord. But the words “O ye of little faith” are much more than I thought.
When our Savior Jesus Christ died for us on the cross and ascended into Heaven, He left the Holy Ghost with us as our Comforter. Our bodies became His and the work on this earth, that needs to be completed, is by the hand of God thru the Holy Ghost that dwells in us. We, as children of God, walk the path that Jesus has begun for us, but we also aspire to obtain the pure qualities that He possesses. We as humans can never be perfect as Jesus was, but it is our daily and life long work to try to become as close to His grace, understanding, beliefs, compassions and faith in God that is possible for us. “O ye of little faith” isn’t a fault but a complement to us in our attempt each day to live our lives growing in faith like our Lord Jesus Christ. If we choose to live our lives this way the bright and burning light of the newly saved Christian will not diminish, it will only grow brighter.
Humor West of Chester
This past weekend, my wife, daughter and I had a chance to visit my sister and brother-in -law, which he is by title but not of heart. It was a good visit and it was filled with some good stories, discussions and laughter. In our conversations, my brother (in-law), who we will call John, had a couple good examples of inexpensive healthy ways of how to treat and cure.
It would seem that people with an active sweet tooth might try John's method to quench their desires:
When he told me the story I had a detailed picture in my head that may or may not be what he exactly said, but for this story, it is my version that counts. Being a lover of yogurt pretzels, but worrying about the bulge they may contain, in their contents, John decided to switch over to almonds, another favorite of his. Unfortunately, the sweetness of the yogurt was missing from this treat.
A quick solution was to dip his wet finger into a little Spenda before placing the almond in his mouth. Wonderful idea, but it lacked the pure satisfaction of tossing your head and palm back as you place a whole handful of these tasty morsels in your mouth. As food is one of our primary survival instincts, a person will spend a lot of time devising ways to make eating easier. John, being an upper level corporate executive, had his own office and would handle the outcome of agreements that were worth millions of dollars to the company he worked for.
The day of a big meeting, John went to his office in his suit and tie and sat as his desk. His clients arrived on time and his personal assistant announced their arrival to John over the intercom. She had trouble hearing from the other end as a loud noise was coming thru the phone. Thinking something was wrong, she burst thru the door with the clients behind her. She found John at his desk with a large amount of almonds spread across his desk covered in wet Splenda, trying to dry them with a hair drier.
As for his Cure, I found this to be quite unique. John had always enjoyed working out with the weights of the Olympians. Bench presses and dumbbells were his home. He was at the gym one day lying on a bench with his head hanging over the edge holding a 45 lbs. weight to his forehead. He would lift and lower his head in the same motion as nodding your head yes. A young woman, at the gym, came up to him to ask what the exercise was for. She thought it might be some new neck exercise she could use. John explained that he was worried about the affects of Alzheimer’s and would use the weight and his neck motion to "clean the plaque from his brain and lessen his chances of getting the disease.
This past weekend, my wife, daughter and I had a chance to visit my sister and brother-in -law, which he is by title but not of heart. It was a good visit and it was filled with some good stories, discussions and laughter. In our conversations, my brother (in-law), who we will call John, had a couple good examples of inexpensive healthy ways of how to treat and cure.
It would seem that people with an active sweet tooth might try John's method to quench their desires:
When he told me the story I had a detailed picture in my head that may or may not be what he exactly said, but for this story, it is my version that counts. Being a lover of yogurt pretzels, but worrying about the bulge they may contain, in their contents, John decided to switch over to almonds, another favorite of his. Unfortunately, the sweetness of the yogurt was missing from this treat.
A quick solution was to dip his wet finger into a little Spenda before placing the almond in his mouth. Wonderful idea, but it lacked the pure satisfaction of tossing your head and palm back as you place a whole handful of these tasty morsels in your mouth. As food is one of our primary survival instincts, a person will spend a lot of time devising ways to make eating easier. John, being an upper level corporate executive, had his own office and would handle the outcome of agreements that were worth millions of dollars to the company he worked for.
The day of a big meeting, John went to his office in his suit and tie and sat as his desk. His clients arrived on time and his personal assistant announced their arrival to John over the intercom. She had trouble hearing from the other end as a loud noise was coming thru the phone. Thinking something was wrong, she burst thru the door with the clients behind her. She found John at his desk with a large amount of almonds spread across his desk covered in wet Splenda, trying to dry them with a hair drier.
As for his Cure, I found this to be quite unique. John had always enjoyed working out with the weights of the Olympians. Bench presses and dumbbells were his home. He was at the gym one day lying on a bench with his head hanging over the edge holding a 45 lbs. weight to his forehead. He would lift and lower his head in the same motion as nodding your head yes. A young woman, at the gym, came up to him to ask what the exercise was for. She thought it might be some new neck exercise she could use. John explained that he was worried about the affects of Alzheimer’s and would use the weight and his neck motion to "clean the plaque from his brain and lessen his chances of getting the disease.
Over Hollow Ground
There was a period in our lives when the clouds of society wrapped us in its misty grasp and wisped us away to a land that we didn’t know.
Our feet were just hanging inches from dry ground.
Our arms were whaling to find something, only to be cut by the sharp glass of our own desires.
We thought about our past and tried to remember the last memory when the sky could be seen.
The blinders we wear blocked the light, but if we removed them, they only helped as a measure of our despair.
Dark corners and rooms had become home to our weary souls.
It was so long ago.
So many years had pasted and the people that knew us did not see us at all.
We were only an apparition of the people we used to be.
Our hollow voids and emptiness made us blind to the things that made our life
worth seeing.
We filled ourselves with courage, laughter and strength knowing that there was much more of the same to keep us sane.
Our apparition gained stature, if only for a moment, so we could walk among those who didn’t see us.
We were happy with ourselves but their eyes told us that we were just the jesters in
their court.
We bid them goodnight and left with our best, worst friend to drive.
He was so courageous, for he had only one eye.
The road seemed straight and wide and the darkness of the night, so bright.
Our safety was close with no lights behind, as we reached our place of rest.
We feel asleep and did not dream till the next day.
There was a period in our lives when the clouds of society wrapped us in its misty grasp and wisped us away to a land that we didn’t know.
Our feet were just hanging inches from dry ground.
Our arms were whaling to find something, only to be cut by the sharp glass of our own desires.
We thought about our past and tried to remember the last memory when the sky could be seen.
The blinders we wear blocked the light, but if we removed them, they only helped as a measure of our despair.
Dark corners and rooms had become home to our weary souls.
It was so long ago.
So many years had pasted and the people that knew us did not see us at all.
We were only an apparition of the people we used to be.
Our hollow voids and emptiness made us blind to the things that made our life
worth seeing.
We filled ourselves with courage, laughter and strength knowing that there was much more of the same to keep us sane.
Our apparition gained stature, if only for a moment, so we could walk among those who didn’t see us.
We were happy with ourselves but their eyes told us that we were just the jesters in
their court.
We bid them goodnight and left with our best, worst friend to drive.
He was so courageous, for he had only one eye.
The road seemed straight and wide and the darkness of the night, so bright.
Our safety was close with no lights behind, as we reached our place of rest.
We feel asleep and did not dream till the next day.
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