Blinking

Involuntary movement, cleansing the vision of our world.
Its a wonderful action, built in to us. No thinking required. Easy.

I wish that life could be cleansed by a miraculous action like blinking.
So that issues of the world are no longer issues, that people can be people and that life is enjoyable for all.

But wishing and having something come true are... well.. different things.
And there isn't anything that just happens on its own... in life.
Work is the only thing that's going to make that happen...

Things we take for granted...

This week was a tough one. My little one was ill, I too fought the bug.
Its a hard thing to watch a child of your own fight an invisible battle, one that is only seen through the noisey cough and sneezes they produce. This fight, this battle, is one a parent has to sit by and wait to be finished. The medications take their time in bringing aid to the battle field, all the while you sit and wait on the sidelines. Not knowing if said meds are going to work you try to produce the silly sounds and dances that will normally bring about a glowing smile and a lot of laughter, and you hope that through the silent minutes between coughs and sneezes that you can bring that little face to shine and to laugh.

I realized this week that as we grow older, and watch our loved ones grow past their prime, edging on the twilight of our lives, we try and do similar things for them. Again awaiting the effects of the medications, and again sitting on the sidelines while the elderly fight their invisible enemies. The battle was too great for a dear friend of our family. We will miss Marion profoundly. She brought a light, a shining character to our little family. She was a feisty lady with deep laugh and smile lines. She lived a good life. We are proud to have been a part of it.

The two events seemingly simliar, have such different connections for me. Personally, a young child fighting invisible battles brings about the hope and knowledge that this fight will bring about a victory, one that will make my little one stronger, increase her ability to fight in the future. There is hope in this fight.

The battle the elderly fight often creates in us the feeling of inevitability, or of frailty, of defeat. Though, during this week I felt none of this. I felt a calmness, a strength beyond strengths, a knowing conclusion agreed upon by Marion and whom ever may be waiting for her. Dignity was with her.

So I think hope can be found in our fight, no matter what life stage we are in. I know I have grown from this experience this week. I hope to bring this new found knowledge with me as I too grow into the inevitable dusk of my life.

Engineering the bridge

Ok I'm not as savvy as I think I sometimes wish I was. And so I created a separate blog for all of my writing. There will not be social commentaries or notes like these on the blog, but, there will be place for people to comment on what they think.

This works for me, I can babble on this one, and show a more serious focused side through
"My tangled thoughts...."

Anyway the link is at the bottom of this blog.

Movin on, creativity train chugging through

It has been a while since I started blogging... what.. 3 months? I'm finding it hard to write.. weird for a site titled "Writers Block Solutions"... but it's true.

I had planned to do some writing, put it out there, hopefully someone would be honest about what it meant to them, for them, and I could take the feedback and move on. I put on a couple of new things, and began thinking about the older things I wrote.. back in the day..lol.

But then when I went to find it.. it was missing. So basically I spent the last 2 and a half months wandering around my house like a tabby on mouse patrol. Slinking around the corners and crevices of my abode looking and sniffing around in the dusty places to find what I had lost.

Success. I found it. A collection of works of mine which had been put together for me as a Christmas present in 2004. My wife is so thoughtful. The inscription stated that she herself could not write, though has experienced my writing and wishes me to continue.

Almost 5 yrs later and the items in that book have either been forgotten or have not been furthered (prose, poetry, fiction, non) . Most of it I intend to just be posted.. some of it I will tinker with, and some will continue to be forgotten.

Its a cold sunny day, and I have much work to do outside of this, but I hope to have a few things added before the day is done. Happy reading.

Just a thought ... or two

I've been cruizin blogspot for about a month now, just trying to get the lay of the land.
I realize I am not the photographer that many are, and wonder if my musings are any more or less interesting due to not having much by way of visual accompaniement?

But now thinking that I cannot please everyone, so I won't try. I will simply be me. As full of photos as I am, or am not. And that shall be enough.

I just found out I can change the background and layout and such... so I might look into this a bit more. Time is not a luxury I have on many a day, so be patient.

I figure I'll spruce this up once I have time and figure out what it means that my email registration is not complete... so no one can see me? I am talkin to myself all this time?

Hmmm...