Saturday, August 14, 2010
Sunday, January 03, 2010
Friday, December 11, 2009
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Friday, August 15, 2008
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Monday, July 07, 2008
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Sunday, June 10, 2007
The World As We Knew It
Throughout our lives were given various opportunities to make decisions that will affect eternity. Often, the decision doesn’t seem to be that important. It’s only after the consequences have begun to show themselves that we’re able to appreciate the gravity of the moment. These moments of enlightenment seemed to be equally populated with thankfulness and regret. At the time the decision is required, numerous variables impact our thinking. As a result, it is painfully important that we consider our decisions with the rest of time in mind. Our perspective of time is often diluted by our desires. We desire to be done working for the week so we skip that last phone call. We desire to have an evening off so we postpone writing the memo that should go out today. We desire a day of peace and quiet so we don’t check our messages.
None of these actions or lack there of are paramount in our existence, however each one holds the potential of being dramatically positive or negative on the future as we know it.
It would behoove us all to establish a method to deal with our inner and outer self to check our decisions against our own interpretation of the future.
Turning to the interrogatives for help seems to be a valid tool for dissemination:
WHO- If I were someone else would I make this decision differently? Who do I admire and how would they proceed? Who do I long to not imitate? How would they proceed?
WHAT- What are the possible outcomes? How will my action or lack there of precipitate their coming to pass.
WHEN- When will the outcome most likely be realized?
to be continued...
None of these actions or lack there of are paramount in our existence, however each one holds the potential of being dramatically positive or negative on the future as we know it.
It would behoove us all to establish a method to deal with our inner and outer self to check our decisions against our own interpretation of the future.
Turning to the interrogatives for help seems to be a valid tool for dissemination:
WHO- If I were someone else would I make this decision differently? Who do I admire and how would they proceed? Who do I long to not imitate? How would they proceed?
WHAT- What are the possible outcomes? How will my action or lack there of precipitate their coming to pass.
WHEN- When will the outcome most likely be realized?
to be continued...
Friday, June 08, 2007
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Saturday, May 26, 2007
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Monday, December 25, 2006
Getting the Tree
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Monday, December 11, 2006
Sunday, December 10, 2006
Winter Blues
I am loath to consider the next three months of snow and cold. I'm not sure why I live in NW PA, other than the fact that I was born and raised here...my family is here... my wife and I built a house here...I know here...
Other than that I would leave tomorrow..or the next day.
Other than that I would leave tomorrow..or the next day.
Saturday, December 09, 2006
Friday, December 08, 2006
On Death
There comes a day when time stands still. The pause in life we’ve wished for has finally shown its face. When all the moving parts have stopped we are forced to look around, to view the dormant pieces that once we called our life. One of two emotions will overtake our soul; enjoyment of the landscape we’ve created or sorrow at the chaos we have left behind
Thursday, December 07, 2006
There but for the Grace of God
There but for the Grace of God go I.
There was a time when it was all cut and dried. Every question had an answer; one right one wrong. Suddenly, without warning “ambiguity,” The constants I had come to rely on have melted and blurred their edges. Wrong and right have given way to good, better, and best. There are no easy answers. The difference between then and now isn’t in the circumstances but rather in the perception. The further I go the more diverse the options…from right and wrong to an endless list of options. Every option leading to a host of others all having only one thing in common, “Reverse is not an option.”
There was a time when it was all cut and dried. Every question had an answer; one right one wrong. Suddenly, without warning “ambiguity,” The constants I had come to rely on have melted and blurred their edges. Wrong and right have given way to good, better, and best. There are no easy answers. The difference between then and now isn’t in the circumstances but rather in the perception. The further I go the more diverse the options…from right and wrong to an endless list of options. Every option leading to a host of others all having only one thing in common, “Reverse is not an option.”
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Friday, December 01, 2006
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Time Flies
It has been quite some time since I have put anything in here. I intend on doing so at a regular basis. Just a note or two to mark the passing of time, something to remind myself I’m still here.
Bring me your dreams…
Bring me your hopes…
Bring me your fears…
I will recast them into a single point.
Giving you the essence…
Giving you the answer…
Giving you the question
Bring me your dreams…
Bring me your hopes…
Bring me your fears…
I will recast them into a single point.
Giving you the essence…
Giving you the answer…
Giving you the question
Monday, October 03, 2005
Friday, September 30, 2005
All for none
all for one.
none for all.
one for me.
one more call.
We twist our time from point to line,
we cant stop holding up the sign.
we want the end to be in sight,
PLEASE. Not another lonely night.
We've woven things all nice and neat,
But can’t we find our own retreat.
We can’t or won’t undo the past,
The chances lost are roaring past.
Hands on ears and eyes and minds,
Fighting with the gods of time,
They win, they will, they always do.
Somehow stealing life from you.
Grow Me
Grow Me
It’s not the questions that we ask
It’s not the to and fro
It’s having found a simple peace
Of knowing what we know
We gaze upon the stars at night
We make our simple plea
and though we long to reach them
They never come to be
With each and every bridge we cross
We leave something behind
Regret not what we’re loosing
But cherish what we find
It all seems so connected
The tide will ebb and flow
And when we’re moving with it
We accidentally grow
It’s not the questions that we ask
It’s not the to and fro
It’s having found a simple peace
Of knowing what we know
We gaze upon the stars at night
We make our simple plea
and though we long to reach them
They never come to be
With each and every bridge we cross
We leave something behind
Regret not what we’re loosing
But cherish what we find
It all seems so connected
The tide will ebb and flow
And when we’re moving with it
We accidentally grow
The Future
The Future
Dim light drifts in from unknown sources. Its presence not requested, yet there it is invading the darkness. No escape from this constant vision of what lies ahead. Not clear and focused but dim and gray like shadows on a rainy day, giving a sense of hope and gloom with equal indifference. Where does the control exist?