That which speaks to you, bubbling up from deep within, offering foresight and alternatives to what you perceive to be right. My g/f and I were discussing the other day the little thing which has been coined a 'woman's intuition' and how often we dismiss what the eyes cannot see, but the mind certainly ascertains. Do we really tap into the power of the subconscious mind, which seems to sense people and situations, sight unseen? Have you ever had a feeling come over you about a person, place, or situation which you pass off as... well, nothing really and proceed, only to look back and say, "man! I had a feeling about that! I should have .... (fill in the blank)" I know I can recall a few instances. It's one of those, 'd'oh!' moments! LOL There is something that we wrestle with it seems, where we have this indescribable need to have concrete data before making decisions. Yet, what part of life is ever really concrete, you know? I think too often we dismiss the, "I can't quite put my finger on it, but...." and we go forward to save face, and/or hold onto our pride/stubbornness, etc. Only later, we typically see what our inner voice was trying to tell us and sometimes with ill consequences.
The mind is an intriguing thing. There are myths which say we only use 10% of it, which is untrue, as we have over 90 billion neurons that are in use at one time or another during our daily processes of life. But even with this knowledge, scientists are still baffled by many realms of the human mind. Therefore, there is no telling what it's truly capable of , if it was 'utilized' properly. I say it in this manner, because you must look at the developmental years when gauging the brain's potential. When babies are born, up until the time they reach the age of about 3 years old, they are building what are called synapses. This chain of the nervous system is where your child either 'uses it or loses it' and sets the foundation for the rest of their life. That is why it is so important for parents to work with their children during this period of synaptic development. It is where a child can blossom, or to be quite frank, lose their ability to become a boy/girl wonder. Granted, there is some synapses growth during later years, but not to the extent which is seen in this time period.
Synapses are important because they are the pathways which the brain uses to associate learned responses and to store these to memory. For an example, to illustrate their significance, if visual information was to be completely eliminated, the brain would whittle away this network of nerves (the synapses) and the child would be blind. A child's brain must receive stimulus of all types- auditory, visual, tactile, etc for normal developmental growth to occur and the brain to reach its maximum potential. Now, don't get me wrong, this is not to say genetics don't come into play, they do. Depending on each parent's intelligence level, the child is certainly at an advantage, but studies show that this particular time period is crucial. There are amazing studies where parents began with babies in the womb, exposing them to various musical pieces (typically that of classical, since it is more complex) and continued their educational development through the age of 3. The children within these studies were actually playing, not tinkering, but playing musical instruments at the age of 4, with the proficiency of someone who had been playing for years!
So considering this information about the development of the brain and the potential in case studies, maybe what we call our inner voice is more than just a catch phrase and the concept of intuition actually holds more weight than we give credit. Fact of the matter is, the mind is still very much a mystery to scientists and psychologists alike and the possibility our mind is able to 'feel' or perceive what our other senses do not, is a very real and viable theory. So the next time a 'feeling' washes over, perhaps taking a moment and giving pause to something at work bigger than ourselves might work to our benefit... saving a life, preventing trouble, or who knows... maybe even avoiding that traffic ticket?? lol I joke.. I joke... (kind of). *wink*
Monday, March 31, 2008
Friday, March 28, 2008
A Journey of Questions...
Allow me to preface this flow of thoughts to screen by clearly stating, I intend no offense or desire to entertain a heated debate regarding religion, however, discussion and reflection are welcomed if you so choose. I'll be the first to admit, I don't have the answers to any of life's mysteries nor am I a Biblical scholar, obviously *wink*, I am just like a lot of people I suppose... I know how I feel about my faith, I know what I do not believe and have a pretty solid grasp of what I do. Yet, it is difficult to be in a world such as ours- the horrors, the marvels, our advancements and our degradation and not stare up into the heavens and contemplate what do we really know for certain? We speculate upon historical accounts, we write what we deem to be insights, we share our near death experiences and deliberate on the possibility of life after death aka heaven... who is to say that anyone has it right? I ponder, do all paths really propel us along the same journey? Faith and spirituality is very personal, very deep and though we worship together in our like 'faiths', albeit, it is still very private. Inquiring of some one's perception of their God could either bring you a plethora of information, thoughts, and feelings or be met with guarded words and a polite brush off.
My thoughts have trailed along a very specific course for the past few years and my study of history books, encyclopedias, the Bible, etc.- was to quench my thirst for knowledge. I wanted to know where did all these religions come from.... is there a correct religion... a correct path that we should follow? I believe most would agree our differences and personal reflections have brought forth various concepts of God and thus, these independent thinkers had followers, blossoming what we know today as our religious atmosphere. Digging deeper though, beyond the obvious of the situation, which one is correct? I am sure we all would agree that man is imperfect, yet how do we take heart in what someone tells you is right or their profound truth? Is that not following man then in some sense and not God? Do all paths lead to the same God and do those journeys all lead to salvation? Again, I would suppose theories which would develop could vary based upon what religion you were discussing.
When I began my journey, with a focus towards Christianity, it truly amazed me when I read about the 20 some odd major religions we have worldwide. I thought it would be a much greater number, yet it's within those 20 different types of religion, where you gain the bulk of our denominations and sects we see today. So with only 20 major religions worldwide I considered how would these have spread, as the human race did not always inhabit the entire earth. Just like today, they had formal writing and typically scribes to pass on the knowledge, but considering what great distances there really were between people, does it not make more sense that most faith based information was passed down within the family unit? As in the past then, how much of our spirituality is simply an inherited component of our lives today? Are our choices made simply out of habit from our familial unit? Meaning, do we simply accept what is passed from one generation to the next, giving no real pause as to why we believe what we do? In my opinion, and speaking solely towards Christianity, how can one be affirmed by what is deemed to be truth if the Bible has been altered to fit the objectives of certain political and religious forces during the 1500s and additionally, the translations and errors from being translated many times from various languages? That is not to say I do not believe in the Bible, on the contrary, I do, but I think there are too many who speculate on things that are not fully known.... trinity, heaven, Armageddon, etc. and then pass it off to the masses as gospel. For who is to say what was left out from the Masoretic text to the Septuagint when the translations occurred which might actually shed light on any of these various topics. Additionally, some Bibles hold the additional passages from the Dead Sea scrolls and others do not.... religious 'leaders' made that determination for us all, yet if you believe the Bible to be inspired by God, were those books not important? I would think they are.
Like I said, I don't have all the answers, but I do know, you can open up any newspaper on any given day and see that our world is in utter turmoil and that man has begun a journey where, to be quite blunt, there is no return. Today, it seems the world as quickly as we are connecting it together, we are dividing it at a far more rapid pace. We discuss the breakdown of the family structure, our ethics and moral code being a catalyst to all of the social problems that exist, yet how often do we take note of what exactly are the ethics and morals we have lost causing the family structure to breakdown? Is it just flowery prose we use in society as an elixir to calm our fears and disappointment of what we see occurring around us everyday? You don't have to be spiritual to see it everywhere... loss of resources, people in fear for their safety, greed, love of one's fellow man waxing cold and religion becoming the hot button topic. Yes, history does repeat itself, and kingdoms and nations have always been at war over religion, so what is different now? Why should we take any particular note of today's circumstances? If you put aside concerns of missing text from our Bibles, and whether or not you believe the Bible to be truly inspired by God, there is one thing which is very clear and is difficult to explain away, in my humble opinion. There are prophecies about what we are seeing now, in our day, in our generation within the Bible and Jesus called these the signs of the last days (Matthew 24). I may not know anything else for certain, but I do believe this, we are living in a time of what others before us only read about and could imagine.
My thoughts have trailed along a very specific course for the past few years and my study of history books, encyclopedias, the Bible, etc.- was to quench my thirst for knowledge. I wanted to know where did all these religions come from.... is there a correct religion... a correct path that we should follow? I believe most would agree our differences and personal reflections have brought forth various concepts of God and thus, these independent thinkers had followers, blossoming what we know today as our religious atmosphere. Digging deeper though, beyond the obvious of the situation, which one is correct? I am sure we all would agree that man is imperfect, yet how do we take heart in what someone tells you is right or their profound truth? Is that not following man then in some sense and not God? Do all paths lead to the same God and do those journeys all lead to salvation? Again, I would suppose theories which would develop could vary based upon what religion you were discussing.
When I began my journey, with a focus towards Christianity, it truly amazed me when I read about the 20 some odd major religions we have worldwide. I thought it would be a much greater number, yet it's within those 20 different types of religion, where you gain the bulk of our denominations and sects we see today. So with only 20 major religions worldwide I considered how would these have spread, as the human race did not always inhabit the entire earth. Just like today, they had formal writing and typically scribes to pass on the knowledge, but considering what great distances there really were between people, does it not make more sense that most faith based information was passed down within the family unit? As in the past then, how much of our spirituality is simply an inherited component of our lives today? Are our choices made simply out of habit from our familial unit? Meaning, do we simply accept what is passed from one generation to the next, giving no real pause as to why we believe what we do? In my opinion, and speaking solely towards Christianity, how can one be affirmed by what is deemed to be truth if the Bible has been altered to fit the objectives of certain political and religious forces during the 1500s and additionally, the translations and errors from being translated many times from various languages? That is not to say I do not believe in the Bible, on the contrary, I do, but I think there are too many who speculate on things that are not fully known.... trinity, heaven, Armageddon, etc. and then pass it off to the masses as gospel. For who is to say what was left out from the Masoretic text to the Septuagint when the translations occurred which might actually shed light on any of these various topics. Additionally, some Bibles hold the additional passages from the Dead Sea scrolls and others do not.... religious 'leaders' made that determination for us all, yet if you believe the Bible to be inspired by God, were those books not important? I would think they are.
Like I said, I don't have all the answers, but I do know, you can open up any newspaper on any given day and see that our world is in utter turmoil and that man has begun a journey where, to be quite blunt, there is no return. Today, it seems the world as quickly as we are connecting it together, we are dividing it at a far more rapid pace. We discuss the breakdown of the family structure, our ethics and moral code being a catalyst to all of the social problems that exist, yet how often do we take note of what exactly are the ethics and morals we have lost causing the family structure to breakdown? Is it just flowery prose we use in society as an elixir to calm our fears and disappointment of what we see occurring around us everyday? You don't have to be spiritual to see it everywhere... loss of resources, people in fear for their safety, greed, love of one's fellow man waxing cold and religion becoming the hot button topic. Yes, history does repeat itself, and kingdoms and nations have always been at war over religion, so what is different now? Why should we take any particular note of today's circumstances? If you put aside concerns of missing text from our Bibles, and whether or not you believe the Bible to be truly inspired by God, there is one thing which is very clear and is difficult to explain away, in my humble opinion. There are prophecies about what we are seeing now, in our day, in our generation within the Bible and Jesus called these the signs of the last days (Matthew 24). I may not know anything else for certain, but I do believe this, we are living in a time of what others before us only read about and could imagine.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
I Believe ...
...Life offers up moments where you must make crucial choices and they will forever change you.
...That a child's laughter is the closest thing to an angel's song.
...Everyone who crosses our path in life is there for a reason, a season or a lifetime and it's up to us to figure out which one.
...You can love many times and in many different ways in a lifetime, however, true love is very rare indeed, as not many people understand it.
...We are born with limitless possibilities for our lives, it is only by the restrictions which we place upon ourselves that limits begin to materialize.
...Faith is powerful and prayer to be 'magical'.
...We are more powerful than we give credit, speak what you want to work in your life- positive energy will find positive energy.
...There is one key ingredient to living a happy life- without fear - everything else is a variable.
..."Faith without works is dead", applies to more than just your spiritual walk.
...There is beauty and reason to be found in every life present among us, appreciation for this fact brings us closer to God.
...Success is achieved by those that have passion, motivation and determination.
...Accepting people at face value eliminates disappointment.
...Staring too long at a closed door will cause you to miss the other door already opened to you.
...Life is a continuous journey, make sure you have your running shoes.
...Being bored with life is self-deprecating humor.
...You can start a bad day over at any moment by merely pushing the restart button on your attitude.
...God continuously gives us 'courses' in life, it's just up to us how many times we flunk the class.
...Darkness always comes to light.
...Judging others will only bring judgement upon yourself in the end.
...You cannot call yourself a loving individual if you put restrictions on who you love.
...The way we treat those who cannot defend themselves, reflects what we truly are about.
...Forgiving others does not relinquish the wrong doing, it just allows you to move on.
...In the concept of truly paying it forward- without hope of reward.
...Money can enable happiness, but it will never ensure it.
...No matter how bad you want a yes or no answer, some of life's dilemmas will never offer that option.
...If you are continuously asking the same question, you already know the answer- face it and move on.
...If the same storyline keeps appearing in your life, just different characters, it's time to address the writer of the story.
...God is never our Enemy- he is incapable by definition.
...True strength and endurance comes from training sessions in life.
..What you feed your mind, your spirit becomes.
...While we at times may face circumstances, we always have choices.
...That a child's laughter is the closest thing to an angel's song.
...Everyone who crosses our path in life is there for a reason, a season or a lifetime and it's up to us to figure out which one.
...You can love many times and in many different ways in a lifetime, however, true love is very rare indeed, as not many people understand it.
...We are born with limitless possibilities for our lives, it is only by the restrictions which we place upon ourselves that limits begin to materialize.
...Faith is powerful and prayer to be 'magical'.
...We are more powerful than we give credit, speak what you want to work in your life- positive energy will find positive energy.
...There is one key ingredient to living a happy life- without fear - everything else is a variable.
..."Faith without works is dead", applies to more than just your spiritual walk.
...There is beauty and reason to be found in every life present among us, appreciation for this fact brings us closer to God.
...Success is achieved by those that have passion, motivation and determination.
...Accepting people at face value eliminates disappointment.
...Staring too long at a closed door will cause you to miss the other door already opened to you.
...Life is a continuous journey, make sure you have your running shoes.
...Being bored with life is self-deprecating humor.
...You can start a bad day over at any moment by merely pushing the restart button on your attitude.
...God continuously gives us 'courses' in life, it's just up to us how many times we flunk the class.
...Darkness always comes to light.
...Judging others will only bring judgement upon yourself in the end.
...You cannot call yourself a loving individual if you put restrictions on who you love.
...The way we treat those who cannot defend themselves, reflects what we truly are about.
...Forgiving others does not relinquish the wrong doing, it just allows you to move on.
...In the concept of truly paying it forward- without hope of reward.
...Money can enable happiness, but it will never ensure it.
...No matter how bad you want a yes or no answer, some of life's dilemmas will never offer that option.
...If you are continuously asking the same question, you already know the answer- face it and move on.
...If the same storyline keeps appearing in your life, just different characters, it's time to address the writer of the story.
...God is never our Enemy- he is incapable by definition.
...True strength and endurance comes from training sessions in life.
..What you feed your mind, your spirit becomes.
...While we at times may face circumstances, we always have choices.
Friday, March 21, 2008
Moments...
Moments fleeting at lightening speed, in every direction, at all times. Where you were yesterday, is not where you are today - who you were yesterday, is not who you are today. Every moment defines us, molds us and thus, makes us who we are and who we will become. Life is change. Whether you 'choose' to change or not, life will still change you for the good or bad, but this we can choose. Sometimes the changes are in small and what seems inconsequential moments, and yet, sometimes it's in the monumental moments by which we will never be the same. It truly is up to us though what we do with these moments, before their timely or untimely departures.
My moments have been a series of ups and downs, as those who know me well would acknowledge. At one point, I lost everything I thought I held dear to me; it was my darkest hour. And while I sat in those moments, lost and alone, weary and without a plan, I had a realization.... no, more like a revelation. I say this to you with all sincerity... it was within those moments of despair that I honestly let go- of my anguish about my material possessions lost, the love of my life (or so I thought within that moment) letting our marriage go due to his addiction to drugs, my so-called friends, which were no where to be found; of all of it. It just didn't quite matter as much anymore. I had to face my situation and come to terms with it- alone. Yes, I cried... profusely! lol Yes, there were nights I didn't sleep playing over and over what could of, should of, would I have done, but there was nothing left to do than to let go and pray to God for anything but where I was at. And it was within this 'moment' when I did let go, things started to change... I, began to change. Not anything miraculous, but slowly and steadily.
There is a sense of peace that washes over you when you forgive and come to terms with your trials and your journey. You gain strength and along that road, you gain courage and with courage, you gain confidence that you can tackle anything that comes your way. You gain an appreciation for the simple things in life, the realization that everything you have in abundance can be gone in a blink of an eye. You have a deeper understanding of who you truly are and don't really care about other people's thoughts of you... you become stronger for it all. I suppose you could become bitter as well, but this was not my case. It strengthened me, and made me look to God as my sole source of comfort and hope. I began to understand just how precious life truly was and my decisions, some of which had lead me to the moments of despair, will always build upon each other- good or bad, but ultimately, I am in control of which ones. I have a lot to be thankful for, and while I would probably take a different route so as to avoid the heartache, I wouldn't change the end result as it has made me who I am today. A more forgiving, humble, compassionate, and deeper person... whereas 4 years ago, I was lacking.
This weekend as we all take time to be with our families and contemplate the truly ultimate gift given to us all, my hope is that you will come to peace with your own trials, your current journey in life and forgive others in your life, as you are forgiven from above. Remember, life IS a series of moments, but within ONE moment it can all be over.
Peace and blessings to you all!
Have a wonderful weekend...
~Shalen
My moments have been a series of ups and downs, as those who know me well would acknowledge. At one point, I lost everything I thought I held dear to me; it was my darkest hour. And while I sat in those moments, lost and alone, weary and without a plan, I had a realization.... no, more like a revelation. I say this to you with all sincerity... it was within those moments of despair that I honestly let go- of my anguish about my material possessions lost, the love of my life (or so I thought within that moment) letting our marriage go due to his addiction to drugs, my so-called friends, which were no where to be found; of all of it. It just didn't quite matter as much anymore. I had to face my situation and come to terms with it- alone. Yes, I cried... profusely! lol Yes, there were nights I didn't sleep playing over and over what could of, should of, would I have done, but there was nothing left to do than to let go and pray to God for anything but where I was at. And it was within this 'moment' when I did let go, things started to change... I, began to change. Not anything miraculous, but slowly and steadily.
There is a sense of peace that washes over you when you forgive and come to terms with your trials and your journey. You gain strength and along that road, you gain courage and with courage, you gain confidence that you can tackle anything that comes your way. You gain an appreciation for the simple things in life, the realization that everything you have in abundance can be gone in a blink of an eye. You have a deeper understanding of who you truly are and don't really care about other people's thoughts of you... you become stronger for it all. I suppose you could become bitter as well, but this was not my case. It strengthened me, and made me look to God as my sole source of comfort and hope. I began to understand just how precious life truly was and my decisions, some of which had lead me to the moments of despair, will always build upon each other- good or bad, but ultimately, I am in control of which ones. I have a lot to be thankful for, and while I would probably take a different route so as to avoid the heartache, I wouldn't change the end result as it has made me who I am today. A more forgiving, humble, compassionate, and deeper person... whereas 4 years ago, I was lacking.
This weekend as we all take time to be with our families and contemplate the truly ultimate gift given to us all, my hope is that you will come to peace with your own trials, your current journey in life and forgive others in your life, as you are forgiven from above. Remember, life IS a series of moments, but within ONE moment it can all be over.
Peace and blessings to you all!
Have a wonderful weekend...
~Shalen
Monday, March 10, 2008
The Sandpiper
by Robert Peterson
She was six years old when I first met her on the beach near where I live. I drive to this beach, a distance of three or four miles, whenever the world begins to close in on me. She was building a sand castle or something and looked up, her eyes as blue as the sea.
"Hello," she said.
I answered with a nod, not really in the mood to bother with a small child.
"I'm building," she said.
"I see that. What is it?" I asked, not really caring.
"Oh, I don't know, I just like the feel of sand."
That sounds good, I thought, and slipped off my shoes.
A sandpiper glided by.
"That's a joy," the child said.
"It's a what?"
"It's a joy. My mama says sandpipers come to bring us joy."
The bird went gliding down the beach. Good-bye joy, I muttered to myself, hello pain, and turned to walk on. I was depressed, my life seemed completely out of balance.
"What's your name?" She wouldn't give up.
"Robert," I answered. "I'm Robert Peterson."
"Mine's Wendy... I'm six."
"Hi, Wendy."
She giggled. "You're funny," she said.
In spite of my gloom, I laughed too and walked on. Her musical giggle followed me.
"Come again, Mr. P," she called. "We'll have another happy day."
The next few days consisted of a group of unruly Boy Scouts, PTA meetings, and an ailing mother. The sun was shining one morning as I took my hands out of the dishwater. I need a sandpiper, I said to myself, gathering up my coat. The ever-changing balm of the seashore awaited me. The breeze was chilly but I strode along, trying to recapture the serenity I needed.
"Hello, Mr. P," she said. "Do you want to play?"
"What did you have in mind?" I asked, with a twinge of annoyance.
"I don't know. You say."
"How about charades?" I asked sarcastically.
The tinkling laughter burst forth again. "I don't know what that is."
"Then let's just walk."
Looking at her, I noticed the delicate fairness of her face. "Where do you live?" I asked.
"Over there." She pointed toward a row of summer cottages.
Strange, I thought, in winter.
"Where do you go to school?"
"I don't go to school. Mommy says we're on vacation."
She chattered little girl talk as we strolled up the beach, but my mind was on other things. When I left for home, Wendy said it had been a happy day. Feeling surprisingly better, I smiled at her and agreed.
Three weeks later, I rushed to my beach in a state of near panic. I was in no mood to even greet Wendy. I thought I saw her mother on the porch and felt like demanding she keep her child at home.
"Look, if you don't mind," I said crossly when Wendy caught up with me, "I'd rather be alone today." She seemed unusually pale and out of breath.
"Why?" she asked.
I turned to her and shouted, "Because my mother died!" and thought, My God, why was I saying this to a little child?
"Oh," she said quietly, "then this is a bad day."
"Yes," I said, "and yesterday and the day before and -- oh, go away!"
"Did it hurt?" she inquired.
"Did what hurt?" I was exasperated with her, with myself.
"When she died?"
"Of course it hurt!" I snapped, misunderstanding, wrapped up in myself. I strode off.
A month or so after that, when I next went to the beach, she wasn't there. Feeling guilty, ashamed, and admitting to myself I missed her, I went up to the cottage after my walk and knocked at the door. A drawn looking young woman with honey-colored hair opened the door.
"Hello," I said, "I'm Robert Peterson. I missed your little girl today and wondered where she was."
"Oh yes, Mr. Peterson, please come in. Wendy spoke of you so much. I'm afraid I allowed her to bother you. If she was a nuisance, please, accept my apologies."
"Not at all -- she's a delightful child." I said, suddenly realizing that I meant what I had just said.
"Wendy died last week, Mr. Peterson. She had leukemia. Maybe she didn't tell you."
Struck dumb, I groped for a chair. I had to catch my breath.
"She loved this beach, so when she asked to come, we couldn't say no. She seemed so much better here and had a lot of what she called happy days. But the last few weeks, she declined rapidly..." Her voice faltered, "She left something for you, if only I can find it. Could you wait a moment while I look?"
I nodded stupidly, my mind racing for something to say to this lovely young woman. She handed me a smeared envelope with "MR. P" printed in bold childish letters. Inside was a drawing in bright crayon hues -- a yellow beach,
a blue sea, and a brown bird.
Underneath was carefully printed:
A SANDPIPER TO BRING YOU JOY.
Tears welled up in my eyes, and a heart that had almost forgotten to love opened wide. I took Wendy's mother in my arms. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," I uttered over and over, and we wept together. The precious little picture is framed now and hangs in my study. Six words -- one for each year of her life -- that speak to me of harmony, courage, and undemanding love.
A gift from a child with sea blue eyes and hair the color of sand -- who taught me the gift of love.
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NOTE:
This is a true story sent out by Robert Peterson. It happened over 20 years ago and the incident changed his life forever. It serves as a reminder to all of us that we need to take time to enjoy living and life and each other. The price of hating other human beings is loving oneself less.
Life is so complicated, the hustle and bustle of everyday traumas can make us lose focus about what is truly important or what is only a momentary setback or crisis.
This week, be sure to give your loved ones an extra hug, and by all means, take a moment... even if it is only ten seconds, to stop and smell the roses.
Everything that happens to us happens for a reason. We should never brush aside anyone as insignificant. Who knows what they can teach us?
Sunday, March 9, 2008
OUR...
~One
Life.
World.
Hope.
Love.
Journey.
~Many
Lives.
Countries.
Dreams.
Experiences.
Paths.
~Yours
Mirrors
~Mine
Reflects
~Theirs
Becomes
~OUR!
Yesterday.
Today.
Tomorrow.
Will we progess?
Will we digress?
Will we choose to be blind to the trouble of ~OUR~ lives?
"Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it's the only thing that ever has..." ~Margaret Mead
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Life.
World.
Hope.
Love.
Journey.
~Many
Lives.
Countries.
Dreams.
Experiences.
Paths.
~Yours
Mirrors
~Mine
Reflects
~Theirs
Becomes
~OUR!
Yesterday.
Today.
Tomorrow.
Will we progess?
Will we digress?
Will we choose to be blind to the trouble of ~OUR~ lives?
"Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it's the only thing that ever has..." ~Margaret Mead
By clicking the button below... you will visit a website, where you can support the cause one one click of a button! Each click creates funding, and costs you nothing!
Monday, March 3, 2008
Love's Test...
Better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all...
so they say.
When the heartache comes, it is there to stay... for a minute, a while;
Until it is ready to leave, it continues to stroll along;
Shaking perceptions I thought I believed.
I know that time does heal all wounds,
But the journey to recapture a heart lost??
Will I forget about you soon... enough, I tell myself.
This is another form of prose all together;
One that's best tucked away and allowed to weather,
To sit and brood, and then to mellow.... Alas!
Moments stolen, thinking of you...
Night turns into day... over and over, rolling through my head they play.
Used and worn cliches dispersed like candy from friends and family...
'Nothing ventured, nothing gained'.
But at what cost do we explore this anomaly?
Let time take it's stead; it will slip away, fading from memory.
But yet I find, moments gone by, ruminate in succession;
Each one, leaving me never to be the same,
Taking it's toll on my heart, showing your lasting impression.
Quiet moments shared, long admiring stares,
Inside jokes, evenings of music's latest, greatest and even faded.
Passionate, heated, blissful memories of time and space,
Sweet nectar you were to my taste,
Feeling the love within a touch, an embrace.
Searching for answers that I have yet to find,
But somehow feeling blessed from your grace of presence in time.
Rocking my foundation, I stepped out in faith;
Only to realize it was surely a mistake.
Why do we torture ourselves so?
Gambling our heart, to win a moment in love's glow?
Yet continuing to sign up and play the game,
You take the cards you're dealt.
Life is best when it is fully lived and felt,
Chances are always going to be 50/50... iffy, at best.
Gambling again, putting up with love's test.
so they say.
When the heartache comes, it is there to stay... for a minute, a while;
Until it is ready to leave, it continues to stroll along;
Shaking perceptions I thought I believed.
I know that time does heal all wounds,
But the journey to recapture a heart lost??
Will I forget about you soon... enough, I tell myself.
This is another form of prose all together;
One that's best tucked away and allowed to weather,
To sit and brood, and then to mellow.... Alas!
Moments stolen, thinking of you...
Night turns into day... over and over, rolling through my head they play.
Used and worn cliches dispersed like candy from friends and family...
'Nothing ventured, nothing gained'.
But at what cost do we explore this anomaly?
Let time take it's stead; it will slip away, fading from memory.
But yet I find, moments gone by, ruminate in succession;
Each one, leaving me never to be the same,
Taking it's toll on my heart, showing your lasting impression.
Quiet moments shared, long admiring stares,
Inside jokes, evenings of music's latest, greatest and even faded.
Passionate, heated, blissful memories of time and space,
Sweet nectar you were to my taste,
Feeling the love within a touch, an embrace.
Searching for answers that I have yet to find,
But somehow feeling blessed from your grace of presence in time.
Rocking my foundation, I stepped out in faith;
Only to realize it was surely a mistake.
Why do we torture ourselves so?
Gambling our heart, to win a moment in love's glow?
Yet continuing to sign up and play the game,
You take the cards you're dealt.
Life is best when it is fully lived and felt,
Chances are always going to be 50/50... iffy, at best.
Gambling again, putting up with love's test.
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