Just Like That!

when will you return signage

 

Just like that I return to this little crazy blog I started many years ago, I think around 2008, maybe 2009.

I keep it tucked away and forget about it for years, then just like that it pops back into the front of my memory.

I come back and read over the posts I’ve left like little breadcrumbs of my life musings.

Obviously, I am not doing it for the same reasons I write elsewhere. I don’t think I’ve ever shared a post on social media. If so, it certainly hasn’t attracted readers, probably because I’m so lackadaisical about writing here.

Pictures and photos have so much more emphasis now than they did when I began writing here. I guess I was on to something before Pinterest and Instagram!

Always ahead of my time…!

Take Me Back

 

Canyon de Chelly
Canyon de Chelly

 

Take me back to the land of the ancients where time stands still. I can grow old and die, but my spirit needs to be here where the ancients once roamed as free as the dust.

The earth was born here and the earth will die here. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, the wind carries my spirit to places I have once been.

Take me back to the land of the ancients where the spirits of all who have gone before me blow gently by. Each of them know me, they will carry me, they will show me the way, they will comfort you, just get me back to the land of mountains and sky and air that is clear.

Take me back to the land of the ancients where the earth is used wisely for every need, food, shelter and a place to rest. The sky is jeweled in colors unimaginable, the rivers and gorges and mountains all meet to dance upon the earth happily.

Let me rest eternally in the land of the ancients who will care for me forever.

Thinking of Susan


She died too soon. Why?

A life lived mostly in service to others, those with hearts broken like hers.

She owned every room she entered, every conversation, but owned nothing in her life, it was all borrowed or gifted.

Unfulfilled dreams of the normal, happy family she never knew.

Violence, paranoia, and nightmares nipped at her heels, keeping her in constant motion.

She died too soon. Uncompleted. May she find comfort and peace until she returns.

Pieces of Me

A true mosaic is made of tiny little pieces, hand picked for their relation to the completed picture.

Chosen by color to fit within a certain place at a certain time to create a picture.  The picture may be of something soothing to the soul, something of a graphic nature or anything the artist culls from the depths of his being and seen with his mind’s eye.

Life is like that mosaic, God’s hand gathering lives of color to form a masterpiece, a body, cell by cell.  Tiny little pieces put together color by color and forging something unforgettable, something that fits perfectly into the master plan, God’s handiwork that is continually growing and always seeking the path to Heaven.

Reflecting back upon the years of my life, I have found that the pieces fit perfectly, not always by my doing and not always understanding.  People have come and gone but the memory of them is always at hand.  Everyone that has made an appearance in my life has served a purpose, at least for that time, some I reflect on fondly, others I think about and toss them back into the dark corners of my memory.

Happiness and pain fitting together because one can’t know one without the other.  The ups and downs, the ins and outs, the ying and the yang, all mean there is a perfect balance somewhere and we spend our waking hours searching for it.  Pushing and pulling and wondering why is this happening to me?

There is an order to life, it is a perfect order and it is perfectly timed, but  while putting the pieces together there are some which are imperfect, but somehow they fit.  There are pieces of colors we know nothing about, yet somehow they also fit.  The mosaic of life can only be made by a master.

1968 Bobby Kennedy – the ripple of hope…a broken dream

Each time a man stands up for an ideal or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope, and crossing each other from a million different centers of energy and daring, those ripples build a current that can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppression and  resistance. – RFK

“There are children in the Mississippi Delta whose bellies are swollen with hunger … Many of them cannot go to school because they have no clothes or shoes. These conditions are not confined to rural Mississippi. They exist in dark tenements in Washington, D.C., within sight of the Capitol, in Harlem, in South Side Chicago, in Watts. There are children in each of these areas who have never been to school, never seen a doctor or a dentist. There are children who have never heard conversation in their homes, never read or even seen a book.” – RFK

Some believe there is nothing one man or one woman can do against the enormous array of the world’s ills — against misery, against ignorance, or injustice and violence. Yet many of the world’s great movements, of thought and action, have flowed from the work of a single man. A young monk began the Protestant reformation, a young general extended an empire from Macedonia to the borders of the earth, and a young woman reclaimed the territory of France. It was a young Italian explorer who discovered the New World, and 32 year old Thomas Jefferson who proclaimed that all men are created equal. ‘Give me a place to stand,’ said Archimedes, ‘and I will move the world.’ These men moved the world, and so can we all.  – Robert Kennedy

“If our colleges and universities do not breed men who riot, who rebel, who attack life with all the youthful vision and vigor then there is something wrong with our colleges. The more riots that come on college campuses, the better world for tomorrow.”  RFK

So I come here today, to this great university, to ask for your help: not for me, but for your country and for the people of Vietnam. You are the people, as President Kennedy said, who have “the least ties to the present and the greatest ties to the future.” I urge you to learn the harsh facts that lurk behind the mask of official illusion with which we have concealed our true circumstances, even from ourselves. Our country is in danger: not just from foreign enemies; but above all, from our own misguided policies — and what they can do to the nation thatThomas Jefferson once told us was the last, best, hope of man. There is a contest on, not for the rule of America, but for the heart of America. In these next eight months, we are going to decide what this country will stand for — and what kind of men we are. So I ask for your help, in the cities and homes of this state, into the towns and farms: contributing your concern and action, warning of the danger of what we are doing — and the promise of what we can do. I ask you, as tens of thousands of young men and women are doing all over this land, to organize yourselves, and then to go forth and work for new policies — work to change our direction — and thus restore our place at the point of moral leadership, in our country, in our own hearts, and all around the world….Robert F. Kennedy, March 18, 1968, Landon Lecture at Kansas State University

http://bobby-kennedy.com/

There are those who look at things the way they are, and ask why…I dream of things that never were, and ask why not?


Robert Kennedy