Thursday, September 29, 2011
By way of that introduction video I ask a pondering question; what happens when something is squeezed?......
....It changes, it contorts, it stretches and sometimes, it shatters. Reaching its breaking point it succumbs to the added strain and pressure put upon it and breaks! (much like one of the objects in the video)
When someONE is put under pressure a similar result can happen. What is inside of them is revealed. What happens to you when you are pressured, stressed, frazzled and overwhelmed? Do you just totally lose it at the person nearest to you? Do you say things that are reserved to your mind? Do you just splatter yourself all over those closest to you?
When life gets like a pressure cooker and steams, simmers and boils us how do we handle it? Just like the closing words in the video.. "Why can't we give love give love give love give love give love give love give love
'Cause love's such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Think about what you say, how you act, what you do then next time life puts the squeeze on you. Take time to show what you are really made of....and if you don't like what you see... then only you can change that.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
and a picture is worth a thousand words.
A very very proud and happy hub with his 6 hour-old first grandchild...Isabella!
Here's a bonus pic of me with her...at 30 hours.
Tuesday, August 09, 2011
That is what is left after a gang sets fire to a car, a house, a business... ash and rubble. But it's not just the physical that gets affected, there are lives behind that.
I just needed to express my hurt and sadness about what is going on over here in England, where I live. I'm not a native so I have images of riots from the streets of LA, Newark, Chicago and other USA cities. But these strike home to me as this is now the country I live in and it hurts just as bad. I do not live in London, but the NW of the country and only 30 minutes north of Manchester where tonight theft and looting have taken place. Streets and stores that I have been to and others that I have walked passed have been turned into chaos.
Waste of property, of income, of futures..that is what I see. Something is broken, shattered, in pieces all through this country and others as well. It's as if a kind of meltdown is occurring.
Yes there is frustration about the condition of the economy, the hardship of keeping employed, of meeting bills, of higher costs of everything, but burning, looting and rioting is not an acceptable way of working through that frustration.
Just like the Phoenix bird rose from the ash and rubble, I pray that peace, wisdom and a solution will enable a restored Manchester, Liverpool, Birmingham, London and all it's suburbs to rise as well.
Tuesday, July 05, 2011
Yesterday wasn't just the 4th of July, it would have been my dad's 94th birthday. I remember how we always celebrated his birthday with lots of Red, White and Blue. He was a "Yankee, Doodle, Dandy" as my mom would sing. Lots of great memories I hold tight.
Today has been especially difficult for me, for some reason the 20 year anniversary of his death has left me in tears several times. His life was like a circle, it began on 4 July 1917 and ended 5 July 1991.
I celebrated his life yesterday while out on a walk with the dogs. We stopped on the high moor and looked out across the horizon towards the west and the Irish Sea. I let tears flow, and memories flood, and looked skyward and let the breeze lift my hair and prayers. I was thankful for him being my dad and the love he passed on to me.
Today I dedicated my speed run to him. During the difficult parts of the later middle miles when I wanted to slow up, I thought of him and mentally focused on doing my best for his memory. I was pleased when I finsihed, as I had kept to the pace I wanted.
My dad never saw me run. He never saw me take part in a race. He never saw me get my first half marathon shirt. He never saw me receive my first marathon medal. But I know he is smiling at all I have achieved. I know he would be proud. He was that kind of dad. Love you Dad!
Sunday, June 12, 2011
I am an avid outdoor runner for sure. I also love being able to do what I call "ramble runs" ...off road adventure type runs on local footpaths through the woods. Sometimes those aren't possible due to the wet conditions over here in England, and I head for the more rural roads.
One of my favorite routes takes me on a dirt track passed a farm with several fields often dotted with a variety of sheep, lambs, cows and calves. I want to relate my latest adventure along this track.
Friday afternoon I was enjoying the early miles of my planned 6 mile run. Nearing mile two I was in the shade of the trees and approaching the lower field and noticed about a dozen cows in the middle of it. They were your typical black and white variety with a few with more black.
I glanced over to see one cow standing alone watching me as I moved passed the field. Her gaze remained on me as I continued a few more strides. It was as if her eyes were saying, "Hey look over at me! I wish I could join you!". I was captivated by her and with her intent focus on me. I stopped, shut off my Garmin, and music and spoke to her, just saying what a lovely cow she was.
Next thing, and still watching me, she hurriedly walked all the way over to me, to the edge of the field and up to the hedge separating us. If it wasn't for the slight gully I could have touched her. Speaking to her in a soft voice I got my phone and prepared to take a picture of her.
Well.. as if to not be outdone...the rest of the cows, noticing my attention to this lone one, ALL came hurrying over as if to say.. "WOAHHHH....we want in the picture too!!" They were each right up to the edge of the hedge as well almost crowding her out of the way as they nibbled on the branches.
So with this chorus line of bovine beauties before me...I snapped their group picture. Of course I made sure I took a special picture of the first lovely one...and I think she showed me her best side as well!!
I couldn't help but chuckle as put away my phone and said goodbye as I needed to get back to my run. After setting off I chanced a backward glance, and yep, they were still all watching me perhaps wishing they could join me for the rest of the distance!
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