Compelled

Why are we drawn to things we shouldn't have? Why do we want things that hold the potential to destroy us? Does it offer the illusion of control? So many questions...

Sometimes I Wonder

Floating in space would be a wonderful experience. I don't know if there could be anything like it. If you can think of something please let me know, because your idea may, very well, be much easier to accomplish. Would I grow weary of gliding aimlessly through the stars? I can't imagine. A seemingly endless expanse of created wonder surrounding you on every side.
I wish I could remember why I started thinking about this. I suppose the process that brought us here is somewhat irrelevent. We are here now and I think it's a good place to be.
A good place.

Brushing off the space dust, and thinking of saving it on a jar.

Time and time again

God,
You will never cease amaze me. This is good. Very good.

Forever grateful

Life...

...is a whirlwind.

Forever seeking.

A Mission of Melody

There is one thing in the world, other than food, water, or the lack thereof, that unites people like nothing else can. The sounds made by people who have been given the gift of song, of music. Playing the concert recently with a friend reignited a fire in me, raging with lyrics and melodies. What would we do without music. I'm positive that the human race would cease to exist...Well maybe not, but I would. And I'm not about to let that happen. Let's make music.

Singing a new song

There is Love.

There will never be a day when I don’t think of what I’ve done wrong.
I wish it wasn’t this way, but for some reason I cannot escape it. But what right do I have to dwell on what has been forgotten by one much greater than I?
None. That is the only answer that I can come up with. There is a reason for grace. There is a point to mercy. There is love.

“Everything happens for a reason.”

           

            -Anyone you talk to when going through a hard time.

I must say that I don’t believe this old adage. Well, not entirely.

I believe that there is reason in bits and pieces of everything that happens to a person. When one’s wallet is stolen and for weeks that person searches high and low thinking it was but lost, only to find that it was a close friend absconded with it. What is one’s responsibility in confrontation (with said absconder)? Blow a proverbial gasket?  Offer graceful words of forgiveness? All will deal differently. However, that is beside the point. Who should learn from this, the offender or the offended? And what shall be learned? That all depends on the POV. Much can be learned by both parties. The offended may learn to give grace. The offender may learn not to steal…or at least not to get caught. Then again, there is the possibility that both will learn nothing.

All this to say, though there may not always be a reason for every happening, lessons can be learned if one is willing to have a teachable spirit.

Opportunity on the Horizon

When opportunities arise I grab hold and do my best not to let go.
An experience, that I may write about later taught me to be that way. It has paid off in a big way in recent weeks.

I'm getting keys!

This is a step in the right direction, and I'm hoping it's a big one.
This year has been a crazy one. It's hard to take it all in, but I'm thankful. Thankful, for my job, life, love and wonderful happenings.

Keeping on the path

First

As this is the first time post, I guess this should be the shortest. If I start out with a drawn out autobiography people won't read. Not that I am assuming that everyone will read it.

That would be wishful thinking...

So I will say this... Read and offer your thoughts. That would be greatly appreciated.

Thank you