Wednesday, November 30, 2011

simplicity

I want a simple cross when I die
not tall and proud, nor heavy and expensive
give me a simple symbol of God's greatest gift to me
I have laid my empty shell aside
gone on to be with Him who died for me
Amazing Love.
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Friday, November 18, 2011

simple news is the best

here I am
Healthier than ever
happy, yet capable of the full range of emotions
not drugged in any way, but very stable
I have grown, not out of ADD but away from its worst symptoms
I know this, having a mission helps
Having proper diet ( much less sugar, less caffeine, no coffee) helps
being in good shape helps
I lost 20 lbs in Sep and Oct. through lots of exercise and a simpler diet.
Being honest helps, do not live a life that makes your inner man or woman uncomfortable.
Having great family helps. I love my brother, sisters, and sister in law.
Going to a dynamic bible teaching church balances me
and writing has helped me sort many issues so that I do not spend inordinate amounts of time thinking about 'stuff'. 

Sunday, November 13, 2011

before the light

before the first light of day
the moon was hanging low in the west
and fooled me into getting up
I am fully rested and my mind is quite alert
going through a dozen possibilities of a logic puzzle that has no solution.
I toss and turn, never getting very comfortable in a too small sleeping bag.
Its been five days on the trail, and five long nights as well,
Today will be different, better, and yet harder.
On this early morning I need to rise, cook and eat, pack my too heavy pack and walk up the granite trail to the top of my known world. Mt. Whitney awaits, and with it a hundred memories of wonderful days long past.  My strength comes from God, but my inner character comes from my earthly father. He has never let me down, never disappointed, and will be true to me today also. as I walk the same trail we walked some 40 years ago, I know now what he was going through then. This is damned hard work!  Best not to even think about it, focus on something else, people you love, the great views, try not to listen to your heart racing and the lungs pulling hard at the thin air.  Just put one foot in front of the other and show those young people that this old man can make it, just fine. Let the mountain draw you upward.

Saturday, November 12, 2011

good brain, talk to my heart

Isn't it something how we can know
Know for sure and yet we still
W I S H for somethings to be true,
hope for others to be NOT true and
wail in our deepest parts about what is not fair?

How can I know anything for sure?  Knowing that God IS helps.
Knowing that he wrote to me in his word and that it is a letter of love and acceptance as well as warnings, that when He thinks of me, He sees me as perfected, whole and not struggling.

I know that my mom and dad loved each other and loved me.
I am sure that I am a lovable and loving person, though not perfectly so.
Certain of my intentions, I risk the possibility of being misunderstood by being very open, very real with others. I firmly believe that you will not ever meet another 'ME', so I give it my all while we have this thing called time (together).

Thursday, October 27, 2011

cool fall day

i write, because 'it is there'. ( mallory)
or maybe because it "is in here" pointing to my heart.

All of the therapy I have experienced has done wonders for me.
No doubt I am better because of good, caring therapists. I am also a beneficiary of a large caring family that listens, loans wisdom, and gives generously when times are tough. I thank God for all of them. I rejoice now as much as ever, that my love of writing has turned into a love for my own life as I write down the parts, the episodes, the wonderful memory strewn path that winds from that place so long ago into the present where I live now. I am sometiomes troubled bythe person I seemed to be when under great stress. ( i could be angry, hostile punative, though not usually outward) At times I was so sad that i thought of what it would be like to take my own life, these thoughts being brief and easily quashed by thoughts of my children.
Some days I NEEDED to write. Others I could not, but now it is as if I can not avoid writing. if i do not put this down here or on a yellow pad, I will put these words into the time between sleep and wake, in between the cutting of trim and the nailing of same. I squeeze these sorts of thoughts in between brush strokes.
White primer, layers of memories, then the brush adds a layer of blue. Sealed, set in the texture of my day.
I have now lived many places, and i do not like to move. I have taken on many roles, and I do not like to act.
I have become many things to many people, but always trying to find out who I was in Christ, my Lord, the savior of my soul.
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Saturday, October 22, 2011

Thank you Dad

I can recall my parents being so proud of me, and I was doing things that could make one's parents proud. I was an Altar boy, helping the priest to say mass, conduct funerals and weddings, I loved it enough to go for Ad Altare Dei, the BSA award for religious service.  There was magic in the air when the incense burned, and I struck the match that lit the charcoal, so all would be ready when father would make that happen. I worked hard at delivering papers four days a week on my bike. Rainy days dad would load the station wagon with my papers and Ricks and drive the route with us. He worked hard, too, and then balanced time at home, with continuing education ( he took German classes with my mom for fun). A man of a thousand talents, yet his best was making me know that I was doing good, and that I was loved. Oh how I would miss that assurance when I was straying and lost touch with my dad.
    I did the study and projects for each rank of Boy scouts, and some were easier than others. I loved swimming, rowing, canoeing, all accomplished during summer camps at camp Whitsett. I could not stay awake for the astronomy assignment that had us charting the sky at midnight, two and four am, so some one let me copy their chart, close enough.  We walked an extra mile to get the order of the arrow, my dad and I, eating less, and doing with few comforts for the weekend away with other hearty souls. breakfast was a raw egg and a Dixie cup. What you did with it was up to you. Some tried to boil the water in the paper cup and cook the egg, most of those went hungry as their egg fell into the fire. Dad and I drank our egg, and were glad we did.  the last night each candidate was led to a remote place, with only their sleeping bag, and told to stay there, to not talk until morning when some one would come and get them. Being comfortable by yourself was valued, and now I wonder how many people ever get to enjoy that feeling?
     When I had fifteen or seventeen merit badges and needed 21 to get to eagle scout, dad's desire for me to push on became evident. He had become first class, star and Life rank but had not been able to complete the eagle Scout requirements ( he had no parents, them  having died when he was just a baby).  I could see him getting his second chance through me, and yes it did feel great to stand on the stage at my school, at the Eagle Scout court of Honor, where I was the honoree.  Mom pinned on my medal, dad shook my hand, as did the other scout masters and leaders who came to the big night.  Mom wrote a piece for the paper I delivered, just like she had when i went to the World Jamboree in Japan.  She was a good press agent, and I hope I did her proud when I wrote about her this past year.
There is more to tell, much more.
  Tales of mountains climbed, dark valleys visited, of hope and fears that worked into a young mans mind, and had to be worked out on the field of battle that is every day life.  I have not won yet, but I am still fighting, with everything that my parents and God have given me, I will be faithful until the end.

Third generation Great Mind award

Jared
Jared graduated Cal Poly Pomona last June, and I just got around to editing this picture.
His wife is in her senior year, all blessings upon them both!  
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Friday, October 21, 2011

fading, but still useful

these signs need a
fresh coat of stain
if I go back I may refresh them
but they got me
where I needed to go
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Monday, October 17, 2011

Good words

When in the Course of human events it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation. We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.

Friday, October 07, 2011

blue



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blue can be good,, cool refreshing soothing to the eyes.
Blue can mean sad, depressed, full of pain and hurt
its not the colors fault, its what you make of it,
in every blue sky there is the possibility of a white cloud or Jet trail
in the gray clouds, some silvery light may slip through
but you have to be watching, and so; chin up
face the day and push back the night
with the light that comes from within
a mere reflection of the light that comes from above.
Light, blue. This poem is for you.

Thursday, October 06, 2011

post mortem for Great Minds?

 Old post found in drafts - from 2007?


post = after
mortem= death

this will be a sort of sighing, signing off, of a blog that was driven, in part by a real condition, that when properly treated, may go away and render the author(s) slash blogger(s) capable of so much more, that they do not return here often enough to give it the freshness and consistency that a good blog needs.
As near as I can tell, Matt is much better, and benefits greatly from his careful use of Concerta, to help control his impulsiveness and distractedness. as to me ( David) I am distracted, but healthy, and doing what comes naturally, not letting it get me depressed. finding more of my core purpose in life has helped, surrendering myself to the daily routines that accompany elder care helps also.
There is nothing as important right now as my mom's return to health. Our whole family is dedicated to this one thing, and I am a part of that team. Mom is doing well, better each day and cooperating in her treatment plan ( for a hurt, stiff, fused back)
My distractedness is helped in part by the length of summer days that allows me more hours to "get something done" even if it takes until 8pm to do so.
I sleep very little, and wake with lots of energy. when it is beastly hot, like the past few days, I nap in the afternoon, while trying to read.
I found a new career path, Massage therapist, so I am studying that, but can not afford time off for school, so I will be self taught, and learn for other licensed therapists that will exchange their massages for mine. its a good life. God is with me. I even love my ADD.

Saturday, October 01, 2011

Serenity


God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.

Living one day at a time;
Enjoying one moment at a time;
Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;
Taking, as He did, this sinful world
as it is, not as I would have it;
Trusting that He will make all things right
if I surrender to His Will;
That I may be reasonably happy in this life
and supremely happy with Him
Forever in the next.
Amen.

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Tuesday, August 23, 2011

How about it

some people take pills for stress or anxiety or depression.
no harm in that, i suppose.
I take trips - and not the hallucinogenic kind,
I will be going green this time
WALKING into a green forest
and eating light, losing fat,
gaining insight, writing some and no doubt signing
( God's praises) through the eastern High Sierra's
in about a month. Right now I need to get my legs in shape.
My mind is already tuned for such a vacation.

Monday, May 02, 2011

a poem for may

welcome to hell
U B L

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Saturday, March 26, 2011

a simple tip for today
VACATION.
taking a vacation can make you feel young again
like 15 years old


more later