Gardens are not made by sitting in the shade.
Rudyard Kipling
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Hello Linda
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Inertia. Ssssss. That's one of the nastiest words in the language. In human terms it's the official word for laziness, immobility, noninvolvement, slacking off, taking it easy, phoning it in, out to lunch, gone fishing, I can't be bothered.
When I was about 12 years old I remember sitting on the ground, playing with some sticks, with the warm sun on my back. It felt so good to be doing nothing important and having the sun caressing my central nervous system I decided then and there that was the way to live my life, no cares, no responsibilities, nothing serious. And so I did, for a while. I coasted my way through high school doing well enough to pass with a good grade and then coasted my way into college, which turned out to be the wrong way to coast.
At about the same time I discovered that I had talent as an actor. It was easier for me to be an actor than a scholar . I thought. That idea and my whole life with it went through a major change. I know I've written before about Edward, my first and only acting teacher who taught by directing plays, real plays in a real theatre with rehearsals, a dress rehearsal, an opening night and an audience of strangers.
Edward and I had spoken to each other as acquaintances a few times, but when I signed the contract he became my teacher and my boss. And I will never forget the first official words he said to me. "Can't you find anything to do?"
That remark set a spinning wheel of energy inside me which has never stopped. I can write about many ways that spinning wheel has characterized my life, but it's all in the past and the past doesn't interest me anymore. Contemplating bittersweet memories of the past is enervating and bothersome. I'd rather have a stiff drink and forget the past, the good and the bad.
The real story of Edward's energy cell gift to me is that it's still spinning. Now I can enjoy sitting in the shade and imagining a garden. But sooner or later I will get up and start poking in the ground to create the garden I have in mind. Everything you do has an effect and that effect is the future. If you sit still and coast along through life where's your future?
Sue Hertz took the challenge and knitted herself a sweater, something she's never done before. It's a success. Maybe she can't wear it now. But when the nasty winter winds begin to blow she has a brand new sweater to wear.
It's Spring. Poke in the dirt, push some seeds in there, water, fertilize, tend, weed and in the near future sit in the shade and admire your garden. But don't sit too long. Can't you find anything to do?
DB - The Vagabond
Never Give Up
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Showing posts with label spring. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spring. Show all posts
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Saturday, April 16, 2011
A Winter Song
Spring comes to you at the farthest
In the very end of harvest.
William Shakespeare
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Hello Baffin Island
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Yesterday was a cold, wet, windy day here in eastern Pennsylvania. As I walked the two blocks back to my apartment house, huddled in my jacket which was not quite warm enough, I thought how much it resembled a winter day.
That made me reflect on how things were with me during the Winter. No matter what the weather is life goes on, and winter weather is the kind that prompts indoor activities, taking stock of personal things and some introspection. As I walked along against the wind I thought about where I was in January, How much did I gain, of self awareness and strength of purpose. How much did I lose, of negativity, arrogance and futile dreams.
The Winter was a time of rebuked pride, weakening of body but raising of standards, a time of chastisement for past errors, healing strokes for recent rebukes and recognition of personal worth. It was a time for weeding out thoughts that were contributing to confusion, planting new ideas and gathering up lessons learned.
As Spring came with its tearful buckets of bad national and international news I knew I could retreat into the safety and warmth of my own barn surrounded by the accomplishments of another year. I can peer out with hope for the well being of the world, know that the music is still being played, the paintings are still on display and the curtains are still going up, and even though I'm not there I can be grateful for the fact that my life is still a life being lived.
When the last Christmas decoration has been taken down, the last piece of pumpkin pie has been eaten, the last thank you card has been sent and the New Year has been welcomed in, then is the time to tend the inner crops, the rich fields of experience, aspiration and love. And then, when you are ripe and ready, gather up the harvest of your Winter and welcome the Spring.
DB - The Vagabond
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This Week's Contest - Answers
You were ordered to take a famous remark, a cliche or otherwise and restate it in the most verbose manner possible. Example:
Night is an inappropriate time for the manufacture of animal feed.
(Make hay while the sun shines.)
There were 6 excellent replies;
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a lump of old coal on the far reaches of the golf course
Sue
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Not for all the herbs in Asia
Avians of similar plumage congregate amongst themselves
A lupine in ovine's garb
The chirography instrument is more invincible than the foil
Janice Slack
jamcs605@aol.com
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One is wiser not to place their heavy, opened, two-wheeled vehicle, used for the conveyance of their goods, drawn by their large, solid-hoofed herbivorous quadruped, in front of its mouth, but to place it behind its hindquarters (a.k.a its arse).
Val
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It was a difficult choice but the judge is awarding the first place prize to Val for the sheer verbosity of the cart before the horse.
Second place is tough, but it's going to Sue for the diamond in the rough.
And third prize to Janice for the pen being mightier than the sword.
Thank you all. Excellent work.
There may be another puzzle this week, if I have the stamina for it.
DB
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SPRING QUESTION
(This is not a contest)
NASA has planned to send a two man mission on an 18 month trip to the planet Mars. It would take 6 months for the astronauts to get there and after 6 months of exploration another 6 months to return.
Should they do it and why, and if not, why not?
dbdacoba@aol.com
4 answers so far
I eagerly await your answer.
DB,
******************
In the very end of harvest.
William Shakespeare
*********************
Hello Baffin Island
**********************
Yesterday was a cold, wet, windy day here in eastern Pennsylvania. As I walked the two blocks back to my apartment house, huddled in my jacket which was not quite warm enough, I thought how much it resembled a winter day.
That made me reflect on how things were with me during the Winter. No matter what the weather is life goes on, and winter weather is the kind that prompts indoor activities, taking stock of personal things and some introspection. As I walked along against the wind I thought about where I was in January, How much did I gain, of self awareness and strength of purpose. How much did I lose, of negativity, arrogance and futile dreams.
The Winter was a time of rebuked pride, weakening of body but raising of standards, a time of chastisement for past errors, healing strokes for recent rebukes and recognition of personal worth. It was a time for weeding out thoughts that were contributing to confusion, planting new ideas and gathering up lessons learned.
As Spring came with its tearful buckets of bad national and international news I knew I could retreat into the safety and warmth of my own barn surrounded by the accomplishments of another year. I can peer out with hope for the well being of the world, know that the music is still being played, the paintings are still on display and the curtains are still going up, and even though I'm not there I can be grateful for the fact that my life is still a life being lived.
When the last Christmas decoration has been taken down, the last piece of pumpkin pie has been eaten, the last thank you card has been sent and the New Year has been welcomed in, then is the time to tend the inner crops, the rich fields of experience, aspiration and love. And then, when you are ripe and ready, gather up the harvest of your Winter and welcome the Spring.
DB - The Vagabond
*********************
This Week's Contest - Answers
You were ordered to take a famous remark, a cliche or otherwise and restate it in the most verbose manner possible. Example:
Night is an inappropriate time for the manufacture of animal feed.
(Make hay while the sun shines.)
There were 6 excellent replies;
---------------------------------------
a lump of old coal on the far reaches of the golf course
Sue
------------------------
Not for all the herbs in Asia
Avians of similar plumage congregate amongst themselves
A lupine in ovine's garb
The chirography instrument is more invincible than the foil
Janice Slack
jamcs605@aol.com
---------------------------------
One is wiser not to place their heavy, opened, two-wheeled vehicle, used for the conveyance of their goods, drawn by their large, solid-hoofed herbivorous quadruped, in front of its mouth, but to place it behind its hindquarters (a.k.a its arse).
Val
--------------------------------------
It was a difficult choice but the judge is awarding the first place prize to Val for the sheer verbosity of the cart before the horse.
Second place is tough, but it's going to Sue for the diamond in the rough.
And third prize to Janice for the pen being mightier than the sword.
Thank you all. Excellent work.
There may be another puzzle this week, if I have the stamina for it.
DB
******************
SPRING QUESTION
(This is not a contest)
NASA has planned to send a two man mission on an 18 month trip to the planet Mars. It would take 6 months for the astronauts to get there and after 6 months of exploration another 6 months to return.
Should they do it and why, and if not, why not?
dbdacoba@aol.com
4 answers so far
I eagerly await your answer.
DB,
******************
Monday, March 21, 2011
A Song Of Spring
The future starts today, not tomorrow.
Pope John Paul II
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So it's Spring is it? Well, I won't bother with the bugs and the mud. Instead I'll enjoy the birds and the buds and
I'll dust those wintry bowers,
Wash them out with April showers,
Cover them with fragrant flowers,
Shine up the silvery moon.
(Powell, Samuels, Whitcup)
I bought a bird feeder and filled it with wild bird seeds. For about two weeks the birds paid no attention to it. I was convinced the birds just didn't like me as a neighbor and that was that.
I bought a gentle bamboo wind chime and hung it out in a secluded place where the strong winds won't send it swinging. Now it tinkles gently.
Call it my patient care and concern, call it the inviting tinkle of the wind chime or call it Spring, Friday I went out to check and found most of the bird seeds gone. I didn't eat them. I haven't seen any squirrels. And considering the high pitched twittering commotion that goes on out there every morning and evening it must be the birds. So I filled it with more seeds. One day soon I'll sit out there and see if they get used to me.
My first floor housemate has been fussing around in the front, raking up leaves and poking around in the dirt, so I expect to see some blossoms showing up there pretty soon if she has her way.
It was a hard winter here, as it was in most places, and we may still have a few nasty days left but no one is going to take them seriously if we do. It's Spring. Beginning time. Time to
dust of that wintry thinking,
wash it with springing thoughts,
cover it with happy wishes and
shine up the love of life.
DB - The Vagabond
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The Ball Game
A story in 7 parts
Part 2
A few years later Jimmy started going to Allen Thompson High School in Brooklyn. In his sophomore year he decided to try out for the Thompson High baseball team.
The coach told the boys that were trying out that they had to catch one fly ball out of three tries, one ground ball out of three and hit the ball once out of three pitches.
Jimmy had no trouble catching the grounders. He finally caught the third fly ball. But when he stepped up to the plate he missed the first two pitches. His heart sank because he could tell he just wasn't good enough as a batter. The third pitch flew past him so fast he could feel the wind.
The coach said "Sorry Jimmy, You just can't hit. Maybe next year." He reached of the bat.
"Jimmy" a voice said. He saw the face of his father smiling at him just above and behind the coach. He said "Give me one more try"
"No, you've had your chance, give me the bat."
"Please, just one more. I know I can do it."
"Okay, but just one."
The pitch came fast out of the coaches hand and floated slowly, gently and gracefully toward Jimmy, like a bubble in the breeze. When it was right in front of him he gave a mighty swing and knocked the ball way into the outfield.
The coach turned and watch the ball flying through the air. None of the other boys had hit it so far.
"Okay" he said "you're on the team."
(Part 3 tomorrow)
*************************
SPRING QUESTION
NASA has planned to send a two man mission on an 18 month trip to the planet Mars. It would take 6 months for the astronauts to get there and after 6 months of exploration another 6 months to return.
Should they do it and why, and if not, why not?
dbdacoba@aol.com
I eagerly await your answer.
DB
******************
Pope John Paul II
**********************
So it's Spring is it? Well, I won't bother with the bugs and the mud. Instead I'll enjoy the birds and the buds and
I'll dust those wintry bowers,
Wash them out with April showers,
Cover them with fragrant flowers,
Shine up the silvery moon.
(Powell, Samuels, Whitcup)
I bought a bird feeder and filled it with wild bird seeds. For about two weeks the birds paid no attention to it. I was convinced the birds just didn't like me as a neighbor and that was that.
I bought a gentle bamboo wind chime and hung it out in a secluded place where the strong winds won't send it swinging. Now it tinkles gently.
Call it my patient care and concern, call it the inviting tinkle of the wind chime or call it Spring, Friday I went out to check and found most of the bird seeds gone. I didn't eat them. I haven't seen any squirrels. And considering the high pitched twittering commotion that goes on out there every morning and evening it must be the birds. So I filled it with more seeds. One day soon I'll sit out there and see if they get used to me.
My first floor housemate has been fussing around in the front, raking up leaves and poking around in the dirt, so I expect to see some blossoms showing up there pretty soon if she has her way.
It was a hard winter here, as it was in most places, and we may still have a few nasty days left but no one is going to take them seriously if we do. It's Spring. Beginning time. Time to
dust of that wintry thinking,
wash it with springing thoughts,
cover it with happy wishes and
shine up the love of life.
DB - The Vagabond
***********************
The Ball Game
A story in 7 parts
Part 2
A few years later Jimmy started going to Allen Thompson High School in Brooklyn. In his sophomore year he decided to try out for the Thompson High baseball team.
The coach told the boys that were trying out that they had to catch one fly ball out of three tries, one ground ball out of three and hit the ball once out of three pitches.
Jimmy had no trouble catching the grounders. He finally caught the third fly ball. But when he stepped up to the plate he missed the first two pitches. His heart sank because he could tell he just wasn't good enough as a batter. The third pitch flew past him so fast he could feel the wind.
The coach said "Sorry Jimmy, You just can't hit. Maybe next year." He reached of the bat.
"Jimmy" a voice said. He saw the face of his father smiling at him just above and behind the coach. He said "Give me one more try"
"No, you've had your chance, give me the bat."
"Please, just one more. I know I can do it."
"Okay, but just one."
The pitch came fast out of the coaches hand and floated slowly, gently and gracefully toward Jimmy, like a bubble in the breeze. When it was right in front of him he gave a mighty swing and knocked the ball way into the outfield.
The coach turned and watch the ball flying through the air. None of the other boys had hit it so far.
"Okay" he said "you're on the team."
(Part 3 tomorrow)
*************************
SPRING QUESTION
NASA has planned to send a two man mission on an 18 month trip to the planet Mars. It would take 6 months for the astronauts to get there and after 6 months of exploration another 6 months to return.
Should they do it and why, and if not, why not?
dbdacoba@aol.com
I eagerly await your answer.
DB
******************
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Birds And Blossoms
If I keep a green bough in my heart, then the singing bird will come.
Chinese proverb.
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One green bough. One song bird. One heart.
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Today my phone is working again. I'll see what tomorrow brings.
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It's Easter, Passover, Spring. It's the time for resurrection, release and renewal.
I read a lot of journals. I enjoy reading people's news. Some journals take on serious issues and stomp for some righteous cause. A few stomp for some unrighteous cause. I read them anyway.
I've been told that Vagabond Journeys is silly and without substance. Maybe it's because I don't take on serious political and religious issues unless they relate to some historical scenery. It isn't that I don't think about those things, it's that as one solitary individual, alone in this community of writers, it is the hope and plan of my journal to send as many sparks of light as I can into a world of troubles and struggles, and not to light destructive fires.
When I got my phone on this morning there were 8 messages on there, most of them threatening calls from law firms. They will all be handled one way or another But not now.
The only things that impact and influence my journal writings are personal observations, the conditions of my own life, natural curiosity, the thoughts of the wise and the otherwise and a constant yearning to understand and appreciate beauty.
Walking home from an errand yesterday I came upon a small tree growing out of a plot of earth on the sidewalk. The sun was shining joyfully through its array of small pink blossoms with dark red fingers pushing out the ends of its branches. It was breathtaking. It was by itself on the sidewalk, There were no other trees around. I stopped to admire the gleaming light of that small tree and touch its pink blossoms. It was beautiful.
As I approached home I stopped again to listen to a solitary bird in the tree behind the house. It was chirping the sweetest song, all by itself, singing because it wanted to.
What is it that would keep one from noticing these things and enjoying them? Is it the snarling and hissing beasts of trouble and worldliness? If so then it must be fear, and someone, even if all by himself, should offer an antidote to that fear, should extend a green bough for the singing bird.
So call me silly and without substance. It's easy to say don't be afraid. But that's not good enough. I know about fear. I know how it can darken the clearest sky and silence the prettiest music. It can grip the mind and the emotions and even turn into hate, if not faced down. It is fear that says hope is dead and buried, there is no escape and we are destined to life's cold winds and bare branches forever.
But it is Easter, Passover, Spring. He is risen, the Pharoah has been left behind and the tree is blooming. So weep for your troubled life, by all means. Tears are sacred things. But then hold out your heart for the singing bird.
DB - The Vagabond
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Chinese proverb.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
One green bough. One song bird. One heart.
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Today my phone is working again. I'll see what tomorrow brings.
---------------------------------
It's Easter, Passover, Spring. It's the time for resurrection, release and renewal.
I read a lot of journals. I enjoy reading people's news. Some journals take on serious issues and stomp for some righteous cause. A few stomp for some unrighteous cause. I read them anyway.
I've been told that Vagabond Journeys is silly and without substance. Maybe it's because I don't take on serious political and religious issues unless they relate to some historical scenery. It isn't that I don't think about those things, it's that as one solitary individual, alone in this community of writers, it is the hope and plan of my journal to send as many sparks of light as I can into a world of troubles and struggles, and not to light destructive fires.
When I got my phone on this morning there were 8 messages on there, most of them threatening calls from law firms. They will all be handled one way or another But not now.
The only things that impact and influence my journal writings are personal observations, the conditions of my own life, natural curiosity, the thoughts of the wise and the otherwise and a constant yearning to understand and appreciate beauty.
Walking home from an errand yesterday I came upon a small tree growing out of a plot of earth on the sidewalk. The sun was shining joyfully through its array of small pink blossoms with dark red fingers pushing out the ends of its branches. It was breathtaking. It was by itself on the sidewalk, There were no other trees around. I stopped to admire the gleaming light of that small tree and touch its pink blossoms. It was beautiful.
As I approached home I stopped again to listen to a solitary bird in the tree behind the house. It was chirping the sweetest song, all by itself, singing because it wanted to.
What is it that would keep one from noticing these things and enjoying them? Is it the snarling and hissing beasts of trouble and worldliness? If so then it must be fear, and someone, even if all by himself, should offer an antidote to that fear, should extend a green bough for the singing bird.
So call me silly and without substance. It's easy to say don't be afraid. But that's not good enough. I know about fear. I know how it can darken the clearest sky and silence the prettiest music. It can grip the mind and the emotions and even turn into hate, if not faced down. It is fear that says hope is dead and buried, there is no escape and we are destined to life's cold winds and bare branches forever.
But it is Easter, Passover, Spring. He is risen, the Pharoah has been left behind and the tree is blooming. So weep for your troubled life, by all means. Tears are sacred things. But then hold out your heart for the singing bird.
DB - The Vagabond
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Saturday, March 20, 2010
Winter Passage
All through the long Winter, I dream of my garden. On the first day of Spring I dip my fingers deep into the soft earth. I can feel its energy and my spirits soar.
Helen Hayes
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This journal entry is all about the WINTER QUESTION ANSWERS.
Here are the answers to the Winter Question. There is a greet variety of them. Some are humorous, some are ambitious and some are poignant. I think you will enjoy reading all of them.
"Given the resources and opportunity, what one thing do you want to do in 2010 that you've never done before?"
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Eradicate cursing from my vocabulary.
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Skydive. I'll be doing it too. It's my gift to myself after I lose over 100 pounds. I lost 83 this year. So I'm on track for doing it in the spring of '10.
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get this place de-cluttered once and for all!!
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to see the youngest additions to our family
------------------------------------------
to see the ocean
----------------------------------
I would take a trip around the world, blogging about my adventures, with an emphasis on the help that could be provided to each place that I traveled.
----------------------------------------------
I would like to start traveling....since I was always too busy working and raising my children and never had the time but now........I don't think I can afford it.............
-------------------------------------------
Realistically, the one thing that I've already DONE for 2010, that I've NEVER done before was buy my Disneyland Annual Premium Pass!! My son and I bought them on my birthday, he's had one before he got as a gift, I've never had one.
That's the only thing I could think of right now, but if I think of more, I'll come back!! LOL!!
----------------------------------------
I want to travel route 66 to California and then watch the whales migrate in August.
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To travel into outer space.
-----------------------------------------
My answer would be: I will be assertive to follow my heart but doing it rightly and be respected by... with the help of God's guidance of course!
------------------------------------------------
As to that question: I'd like to be breathtakingly beautiful for one hour while riding bareback on a white horse in the ocean spray of the shoreline. That's yet to happen. Yes I'm serious - deep down, there's a shallow yearning I suppose.
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Go to Italy and step my feet in my Mother’s hometown of Licodia Eubea in Catania, Sicily, and I’m going…in October.
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One thing in 2010? Realize the final step in a plan that I am so longing to complete--but do not have the courage(yet)to finalize.
----------------------------------------------------------
If money and time were not a problem, I'd love for Stan and I, our
companion animals, and our closest friends to take the cross country
rail line across Canada to Victoria, BC. There we would all board one of
the cruise ships headed for Alaska. Coming back the same way would make
twice the fun.
--------------------------------------------------------
get into the Actor's Studio by doing a great part like James O'Neill.
-------------------------------------------------------
I plan to start writing a book about my experiences with blood cancers, a bone marrow transplant and subsequent complications. I don't know how long it will take me to finish the book or if the result will be publishable, but I want to try anyway. -----------------------------------------------------
In 2010 I'd like to start designing and making jewelry, and storing them up for a time when I can start selling them. I have made a piece or two, however, I have not been able to put together much, and I have not been able to sell them. I won't be able to sell them for awhile, as my life is hectic, but I'd like to make some pieces, in anticipation for the time I can sell them and have my own business. That is what I want to do in 2010. Thank you for asking this important question.
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Winter Challenge: If resources were not a challenge, I would train to become a Red Cross volunteer and travel the world helping others.
-----------------------------------------------------------
trust.....wholeheartedly and completely trust God this year. that is my goal and my "buzz" word for this year. No matter what happens. Just trust he knows best and he is in control.
-----------------------------------------------------
I'd like to be successful in convincing people this is 2009, which in truth, it is.
--------------------------------------------------------
After reading your post I have to say...find myself.
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Thank you all, you wonderful people.
Starting tomorrow the SPRING QUESTION
DB
Helen Hayes
************************8
This journal entry is all about the WINTER QUESTION ANSWERS.
Here are the answers to the Winter Question. There is a greet variety of them. Some are humorous, some are ambitious and some are poignant. I think you will enjoy reading all of them.
"Given the resources and opportunity, what one thing do you want to do in 2010 that you've never done before?"
---------------------------------------------------------
Eradicate cursing from my vocabulary.
---------------------------------------------------------
Skydive. I'll be doing it too. It's my gift to myself after I lose over 100 pounds. I lost 83 this year. So I'm on track for doing it in the spring of '10.
----------------------------------------------------
get this place de-cluttered once and for all!!
-------------------------------------------------
to see the youngest additions to our family
------------------------------------------
to see the ocean
----------------------------------
I would take a trip around the world, blogging about my adventures, with an emphasis on the help that could be provided to each place that I traveled.
----------------------------------------------
I would like to start traveling....since I was always too busy working and raising my children and never had the time but now........I don't think I can afford it.............
-------------------------------------------
Realistically, the one thing that I've already DONE for 2010, that I've NEVER done before was buy my Disneyland Annual Premium Pass!! My son and I bought them on my birthday, he's had one before he got as a gift, I've never had one.
That's the only thing I could think of right now, but if I think of more, I'll come back!! LOL!!
----------------------------------------
I want to travel route 66 to California and then watch the whales migrate in August.
--------------------------------------------
To travel into outer space.
-----------------------------------------
My answer would be: I will be assertive to follow my heart but doing it rightly and be respected by... with the help of God's guidance of course!
------------------------------------------------
As to that question: I'd like to be breathtakingly beautiful for one hour while riding bareback on a white horse in the ocean spray of the shoreline. That's yet to happen. Yes I'm serious - deep down, there's a shallow yearning I suppose.
-----------------------------------------------------------
Go to Italy and step my feet in my Mother’s hometown of Licodia Eubea in Catania, Sicily, and I’m going…in October.
-------------------------------------------------------------
One thing in 2010? Realize the final step in a plan that I am so longing to complete--but do not have the courage(yet)to finalize.
----------------------------------------------------------
If money and time were not a problem, I'd love for Stan and I, our
companion animals, and our closest friends to take the cross country
rail line across Canada to Victoria, BC. There we would all board one of
the cruise ships headed for Alaska. Coming back the same way would make
twice the fun.
--------------------------------------------------------
get into the Actor's Studio by doing a great part like James O'Neill.
-------------------------------------------------------
I plan to start writing a book about my experiences with blood cancers, a bone marrow transplant and subsequent complications. I don't know how long it will take me to finish the book or if the result will be publishable, but I want to try anyway. -----------------------------------------------------
In 2010 I'd like to start designing and making jewelry, and storing them up for a time when I can start selling them. I have made a piece or two, however, I have not been able to put together much, and I have not been able to sell them. I won't be able to sell them for awhile, as my life is hectic, but I'd like to make some pieces, in anticipation for the time I can sell them and have my own business. That is what I want to do in 2010. Thank you for asking this important question.
--------------------------------------------------------
Winter Challenge: If resources were not a challenge, I would train to become a Red Cross volunteer and travel the world helping others.
-----------------------------------------------------------
trust.....wholeheartedly and completely trust God this year. that is my goal and my "buzz" word for this year. No matter what happens. Just trust he knows best and he is in control.
-----------------------------------------------------
I'd like to be successful in convincing people this is 2009, which in truth, it is.
--------------------------------------------------------
After reading your post I have to say...find myself.
*********************************
*********************************
Thank you all, you wonderful people.
Starting tomorrow the SPRING QUESTION
DB
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Cheerful Creation 3/12/09
In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was within me an invincible summer.
Albert Camus
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Greetings invisible friend.
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I used to live in the up country of northern New England. The summers there were hot and filled with foliage of all kinds. The mountains.were wrapped in green forests and up above the bright sun would light up the summits. Down below the grass, the bushes, wild things, fields of vegetables and fruits, back yards of flowers were all, humbly or grandly reaching for the sky.
But the winter is an entirely different matter. People who live there know that in the summer and autumn they have to prepare for the winter. Have you got the wood in and the hay, is your furnace working properly, are the car and truck in good shape, is there a shovel in the back just in case, do you have the proper coats, boots, scarves, hats and mittens for your kids? Because when the winter comes, it comes in fierce and it doesn't go away. The snow piles up. Driving is treacherous. Everything freezes. Low lying unoccupied buildings simply disappear. Every day is cold. The evergreen branches are embraced by ice. It seems like the grand forests, the singing fields of corn and the joyous gardens were never there. As though it was all a dream.
But the people know it will be back and that you have to prepare for summer also. Leon Bibb has a song: "one day another spring." It sings about ancient fingers poking seeds into the earth. The "invincible summer" is coming, because it's always there in the hearts of us. The time always comes when the fields are once again filled with life.
There are winters everywhere. They may not last half a year as they do in some places, They may not be outside the door. They may be in the cold of grief and despair, poverty, confusion, disappointment, failure, fear, gloom and doubt. Those are winter winds that blow an angry message to the heart, ice storms we weren't prepared for.
I know what I'm writing about. And as impossible as it may seem, in the midst of winter, "in the depth of winter," caught in a storm of sorrow. is the time to start preparing for joy. Get the seeds ready because "one day another spring" and then "invincible summer," with forests of green, rivers fast and robust with the melting mountain snow, brave, small green things taking the place of the fields of ice, the reappearing happiness that was buried for a while and rejoicing, rejoicing, because that is what we are supposed to do.
DB - Vagabond Journeys
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Now repeat after me:
Happy Birthday Vagabond
Albert Camus
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Greetings invisible friend.
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I used to live in the up country of northern New England. The summers there were hot and filled with foliage of all kinds. The mountains.were wrapped in green forests and up above the bright sun would light up the summits. Down below the grass, the bushes, wild things, fields of vegetables and fruits, back yards of flowers were all, humbly or grandly reaching for the sky.
But the winter is an entirely different matter. People who live there know that in the summer and autumn they have to prepare for the winter. Have you got the wood in and the hay, is your furnace working properly, are the car and truck in good shape, is there a shovel in the back just in case, do you have the proper coats, boots, scarves, hats and mittens for your kids? Because when the winter comes, it comes in fierce and it doesn't go away. The snow piles up. Driving is treacherous. Everything freezes. Low lying unoccupied buildings simply disappear. Every day is cold. The evergreen branches are embraced by ice. It seems like the grand forests, the singing fields of corn and the joyous gardens were never there. As though it was all a dream.
But the people know it will be back and that you have to prepare for summer also. Leon Bibb has a song: "one day another spring." It sings about ancient fingers poking seeds into the earth. The "invincible summer" is coming, because it's always there in the hearts of us. The time always comes when the fields are once again filled with life.
There are winters everywhere. They may not last half a year as they do in some places, They may not be outside the door. They may be in the cold of grief and despair, poverty, confusion, disappointment, failure, fear, gloom and doubt. Those are winter winds that blow an angry message to the heart, ice storms we weren't prepared for.
I know what I'm writing about. And as impossible as it may seem, in the midst of winter, "in the depth of winter," caught in a storm of sorrow. is the time to start preparing for joy. Get the seeds ready because "one day another spring" and then "invincible summer," with forests of green, rivers fast and robust with the melting mountain snow, brave, small green things taking the place of the fields of ice, the reappearing happiness that was buried for a while and rejoicing, rejoicing, because that is what we are supposed to do.
DB - Vagabond Journeys
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Now repeat after me:
Happy Birthday Vagabond
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