Monday, September 02, 2013

JOURNEY OF SEVERAL THOUSAND MILES

what a journey this has been, I have spent a lifetime wondering what my grandparents or the past lived like in Kentucky.   These had to be hard tough people.   Every place had mountains, deep ravines and heavy forests.  To get anywhere must have taken days upon days.   Just going the backroads took hours to travel a hundred miles.   Roads cut into stone that would creep up one side of the mountain and down the other.   In my search one site in particular was important.  The resting place of a Civil War Veteran, my Great Great Grandfather.  After a long day search of several locations and when I was going to give up, there it was still legible after all these years.   I felt a peace when I found this and I was honored to have been there. 

Wednesday, August 07, 2013

Each Day
Each day I'm glad for the reprieve from your life, but I ache to see you
Each day I relieved of your stress, but I want to carry your problems
Each day I don't want to know your struggles, but I worry about each one
Each day I don't want your touch or smile, but would give anything to see them and hug you
Each day I cannot carry your pain, but I would relieve it
Each day I don't want to feed you, but I would bring you bread
Each day I do not want to cry for you, but I long to cry with you
Each day I hate your dirty clothes, but I gladly want you clean
Each day I say you need to stand on your feet, but I want to help you up
Each day my heart breaks, but the broken pieces are still full of love for you
Each day I dont know where you are, but each day my thoughts are finding you
Each day I was blessed to be your dad, and each day I know that is my treasure
Each day

Repost of old Blog with awesomE pictures

          TREASURE HUNTER--In my treasure hunts today I found this awesome chest, where has it been what has it seen and what has it held.    I love history!!   I follow with a thought I wrote some time ago,  gives you thought.
BAGGAGE
(this is a boring one, you don't have to read it, this one is for me)
SOME TIME AGO I WROTE A POEM OF WHICH I WAS QUITE PROUD, IT WAS ONE OF MY FIRST AND THE JIST OF IT STILL LINGERS WITH ME, (I CANT FIND THE BOOK I  WROTE IT, THIS IS AN ACCURATE REPLAY)
 WE ALL CARRY SOME SORT OF BAGGAGE IN LIFE, IT IS BOUND TO BE THERE AND IT IS TAKEN CARE OF OR LOOKS LIKE
LINUS HIS DUST AND BLANKET, OR WAS THAT PIG PEN?
I, HAVE DECIDED TO KEEP MY BAGGAGE TO A MINIMUM AND TO KEEP IT TIDY AND NEAT, THAT HASN'T ALWAYS BEEN EASY NOR IS IT DONE. CONTINUAL TRYING IS IMPORTANT, THERE COMES A TIME THAT EACH OF US REALIZE WE HAVE A BAG THAT GOT BURIED IN THE BUNCH, A BAG WE DON'T NEED NOR WANT BUT JUST THE SAME THERE IT IS, AND IT JUMPS OUT LIKE A SORE THUMB. THIS PREDICAMENT CAME GLARING TO ME ONE NIGHT, AND BROUGHT THE BAGGAGE OUT AND THE TRAIL OF DIRTY LAUNDRY STRINGING OUT OF IT LIKE A BAG THAT TSA WENT THROUGH!
I REALIZE THAT THIS SITUATION MUST BE DEALT WITH TO CLEAN UP MY LAUNDRY, MY BAGGAGE AND MOVE ON WITH PRIDE. NOW MIND YOU MY BAGGAGE IS NOT GUCCI, NOR IS IT ANY OF THE FANCY STUFF YOU GET AT HIGH DOLLAR SPORTS SHOPS OR DEPARTMENT STORES, I IMAGINE IN THIS PARALLEL WORLD MY BAGGAGE TO BE AMERICAN TOURISTOR, IF NOT A GOOD TAKE OFF SOLD AT WAL-MART.
TO DEAL WITH POOR LUGGAGE THERE IS ONLY ONE WAY TO HANDLE THIS, DO NOT RECYCLE, DO NOT THRIFT STORE THIS, IT MUST BE EXPOSED, DELOUSED, AND BURNED!   IN OTHER WORDS, FIGURE IT OUT, DECIPHER AND CORRECT AND THEN MOVE ON WITH LIFE. THIS PROCESS CAN TAKE ANYWHERE FROM A SECOND TO ETERNITY TO ACCOMPLISH. AND IT IS ONLY DELAYED BY DISCOURAGEMENT.


First Day of the Rest of Your Life

I was once told, well every day I woke up for 18 years and then for the last 30 each day I saw my dad, that this is the first day of the rest of your life make the best of it.   Ive had a lot of first days, I have a lot that I let slip by, and did not make the best of it.  Mostly I had tons slip by that I did not make it the best for someone else.    Too often the world ends at the end of our fingers.    Worldly pursuits cloud family values, family values become misunderstood as intrinsically connected to worldly pursuits.     There is nothing more important than family.    Somewhere along the way that clouded in many areas.   Family has little to do with the genetic gifts (or deficits) passed on.    Though very important there comes a time when you give or take enough from another person and they are then your family.    The challenges of being a father, dad or even somedays the genetic donor (for lack of worse words) have heart warming and wrenching waves that affect other parts or your world.   Balancing all of that is a nightmare, I see it in the one who told me this is the first day of the rest of your life make the best of it, but thought it would just genetically be passed on.  It is time to keep working on it!!!!!!!!!!!!!    So today is the first day of the rest of my life, The past defines who I am this morning, today will begin to define who I will be tomorrow and dreams will map who I can become.