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Interesting observation today... i attribute it to society and our lack of patience... our need for speed... lack of consideration... a commodity of time... and while these all mean something of the same... here i will begin this diatribe... i was waiting at the stop light today... the scene played out much like this... the cross traffic to which I was waiting had been brought to a halt due to 3 senior aged women...waiting patiently for the walk icon to flash on the stop light... one gentle spirit was with a walker... this was during a busy time of day and frankly on a corner that were you to step off to soon...at this particular corner of town those who are approaching tend to do so with speed... to which you could easily be sent to your reward... these were and had been waiting patiently for the icon signal to change from hand to walk signal... to which upon progression thru the walk lane... albeit a slow and steady pace... they were met with again the held up hand... traffic all...

To my children... have you at any time ever felt as though you have been loved enough... each in your own way you have been the loves of my life... in different times and in varied places... you have each been my one and only heart... my breath... my dreams... my possibility... my hope... my future... my every thing... tonight i read some thing from someone whom I have admired... misunderstood... accepted... trusted... prayed for and loved as a brother... I'm not convinced that the words were meant to belittle the office of parenthood... or in anyway suggest a lack of love for children... but i struggle as a former parent of a small one of my own three times full... but also as a friend of others... a care giver to other small ones... those that were close enough to be family... and those that became family from being a part of our home and family for days, months, and years to come... and having had a life outside of the recorded norm... let me say that without a doubt... your chi...

to forget your place in the lives of others may be more of a lesson in forgiveness than loss.  we so often spend needless time and worry on being accepted and loved by others.  we worry over the fact that others are not behaving toward us in a manner that we wish... possibly from fear of not being liked... accepted... understood... cherished... or even as simple as just being a friend... yet when we are not being responded to in the way we want... we allow that feeling of unworthiness to over take the mind... our hearts can not afford to not be liked... understood... accepted... and again we let them... those who are causing us to feel as though we are not loved... to take all of our power... our energy... our place in time when we should be loving ourselves because we are enough... should you choose not to see me... love me... accept me... appreciate me... or just be beside me because of friendship... then my time with you may be limited... as I do not have the strength to ca...

It is visions of our past that create the being we are today... it is any wonder then... when we reflect on different aspects of our lives... is the melancholy from regret of word... spoken and unspoken... action... done or left undone... dream... seen or unseen... gift... given or unused... resolution... resolved or never achieved... moment... lived or left untouched... will there ever be a time when we stand back and measure our days not by what has been undone and regret... but what was created out of the broken pieces... when our eyes are in constant hindsight... our path for tomorrow is forever mired in scene of what was... what could have been... what will never be... the window of vision into the unseen has remarkable color should one choose to use a wide eyed approach...

At the end of another day... will we engage in flattery... a few words from Winston Churchill... flattery... I'm not sure just how well I achieve... i try at best to build up... to cheer... to honor... to raise... to only perhaps just be kind... yet when words are spoken in the attempt to encourage and praise... is often the true expression lost in translation...

So... i began this blog because I have a love for the pleasure and the thought of words... those that inspire and those that spark thought... thinking is my game... watching... and awareness... sight... and contemplation... thoughts that invoke a spirit of healing or reflection... that moment when one steps aside to see the view... it is the power of word that will cause action to bring change... cause the shift of perspective... and quite possibly the shift from evil that moves the word to damage or abuse... belittle and degrade... confuse and destroy... it is power of word that either raises up hope... can lift the spirit... encourage the heart... brings affirmation... we choose words according to situation and circumstance... how are you using yours... how are your words perceived... and are they of worth...

Recently, we have all been a small part of a larger situation... or perhaps conversation would be stating it better... regardless both have happened of late... words have been said... thoughts have been shared... bitterness has divided... anger has spread... hearts have been broken... relationships destroyed... lives have been lost... and a greater sadness has resulted over a shift that changed our nation again... and yet... for those who have stood up in an attempt to be heard... have used words to oppress... actions to abuse... violence to stand... is it any wonder then that while your behavior is as you believe acceptable... why must I accept it without my words being expressed and heard as well... you have no thought or care about your bully behavior... while your eyes and ears are closed to my points of view as well... if we were to ask for our thoughts and be willing to hear... possibly a greater conversation would begin for a greater good...

As the day ends... and you look reflect upon your successes... are you asking yourself... was I all that is could be...did I give where I should have given... did I share with those in need.... did I smile at a stranger... did I thank the one who served my meal... who bag your groceries... offer an ear for listening... a shoulder to cry on... are these reasons enough in you to to be thankful and recognize how blessed you truly are....

Wonder.... if... the day has come... or when it does... will I be one of those that is taken... or will I be left behind with the knowledge that... i knew and yet... it is easy to look into the eye of this day and wonder... i see so clearly the light that is lining the path... the way that only leads to where all I've ever dreamed would be... would actually be... i have spent my day with a firm belief that the one who will come is the one who knew where I would be on that moment of return and choose to let me be one of those who is here to be the guide and light to a wounded and sick hearted world... is this the place I will be left to endure... is this the path that has been designed for my feet to trod... will my place be reserved for something better... for work yet to be done... will I hold a truth... to share with those who... while I knew the way I yet chose to live a life of faith blinded by life...

After a weekend filed with the spirit and what to me was frankly an awakening... it occurs to me that in so many ways life has changed and yet remains the same... when asked what the meaning of your life is... do you have an answer that meets the general reply of those who only need to be heard... heard in a way that that is safe... that is sound... that is in correct along with the mass or are you being led from the depths of your heart...

Okay boys and girls... the choice has been made... you have spoken... you have had your moment of negativity or pride... you have ended this day with either sadness or elation... you have practiced the cherished right of freedom laid before you by the choice of those who laid down their lives for you... you have either acted with respect or regret... this is a day of healing or wounding... i choose to be a healer... to move forward... lay aside your words of negativity and praise... we need to get back to love... love for the lost... sad... lonely... homeless... veterans... sick... sore... outcast... unloved... it is also our work to build this country into greatness... not just the one who is sitting in the big chair... there is one winner and one loser... you are all in the field to participate... how you choose to play the game is about you not anyone else... so how will you impress the future with your behavior... will you be a preacher of opinion that cause derision... or will you...

When was the last time you really thought or even truly considered... i want to be when I grow up... did you see you being just where you are on this day in your age... doing this job that you do as this day comes to an end... is it all that you had ever dreamed... exciting as you ever imagined... are you reaching the heights your parents had eyed as your success... has your wildest dreams become a reality... is your bank balance at the dollar sign that will out last your old age... can you say without a shadow of a doubt... you are happy... your life is true joy... work is a dream... those 40 hours of your week are those not filled with dread... but truly fulfilling... is it what you want to be when you grow up... I think I'd like to be... well I know where I see myself... I think I know what I am good at... I know what brings me joy... yet... education is only that of a life of experience created by first hand knowledge... and if not that... I'd be happy just to paint...

Well boys and girls... tomorrow is the day... your inalienable right to act upon... it is your day to take a stand... to stand for who you believe to be the best... to express yourself as you cast your opinion toward the one to whom you feel will make the best and most impact filled decision... a decision that exercises your choice to support the one you feel will best move our nation in a forward operating direction... the one who at the end of the day... will be the majority choice... it is a privilege... an honor... an opportunity... and yet... will your choice be the most exceptional one... the one that will be the best affect for the greater good... the one to make the most difference... for social injustice... for humanity... for color to be inconsequential... for religion to be a conviction... for life to be again sacred... and for love to conquer all... I encourage you to let your voice be heard through your vote... and your silence be heard should you then be disappointed...