A rare gift shared with my mom.


The world and life are indeed very beautiful as are the rewards or gifts if you prefer are priceless. Knowledge is always priceless and a gift so is time spent with your mom, usually me excursions and time with my mom is a long hour or so then the negative energy sometimes overwhelms me and I have to go, you know, “Gotta Go no you don’t understand I gotta go”.

 

Today she and I had the day off so I asked if she wanted to go to the book store a favorite place of hers in my youth was a rare and used book store. She also had a book store she had wanted to visit since the days of her becoming a young Lady, a place where poetry readings where done and tea and coffee as well as intellectual conversation could be enjoyed.

 

When I arrived she was looking through old photographs and had taken out a pile of my pictures over the years and a few special ones I enjoyed as well as a couple I was shocked to see. One of a handsome 21 year old in a White Tux next to a Beautiful young Lady in a White gown the faces vaguely familiar and the young man no longer exists.

 

We made the trip to the book store and of course they had no William Blake books collection even random poems. Bummer off to the book store with tea coffee and poetry readings, bummer no William Blake ever one else one could desire to read yet not what I sought.

 

The gift of gifts, the humility and sincerity, as well as grace to share the truth and once and for all build a real loving relationship with my mother. My mom has racked and tortured herself for years as a mom can sometimes do over her mistakes or perceived mistakes in upbringing her children especially a rebellious oldest son. She does have right to acknowledge the mistakes and to be responsible and find the truth however ugly it may be for her.

 

The conversation started about my sisters feelings being hurt by our grandmother the last time she went with my mom to visit her. I wondered what my sweet 94 year old Grandma could have possibly said to hurt my sister. She asked if my sister had seen her father recently. My sister told her, “her dad died 8 years ago”. My Grandma was in a way hurt and said ‘no your father”. My sisters response was “You mean the sperm donor”.

 

My mom then shared her darkness, and in doing so found the man in the tux was no longer there. The man she raised was in fact not the same man he was yesterday. I shared in the most loving and kind way the path to her soul… The truth will set her free her true heart I explained could not hide from me nor herself. What good or what love is expressed when you share such nasty words and thoughts with me when you call my father a man you once loved and had 4 children with a sperm donor? Or the man I loved and thought of as my hero for my childhood, 7 or 8 I was when the two of you destroyed our world. One of your husbands abandoned us and one beat and abused me and you were there. It sometimes is very hard to find the silver lining the answer is in the truth and when you find the truth dark and light you find love.

 

My mom knew her son was and is a beautiful loving man and chose to share her faith in my transformation by acknowledging her part in my becoming one. Her contribution was almost as brutal and every bit a lesson in love true as well as unconditional love. My mom knows in my heart she is what she is loved forgiven and loved. I am humbled again by the power of the Divine and the love shared. My love of the divine is reflected back in the lessons learned and living a life of love and goodness. It is a gift to have your mother truly acknowledge your goodness, I didn’t get angry and her anger melted with the gentle truth.

 

Thank you for allowing me to share some thoughts and words perhaps even a smile with you. It is my hope we can all share a smile and some love making our world a better place for all we share it with. A relationship can begin anew even 27 years later with love and the truth. Mankind can fix a thousands of year old relationship by fining inner truth and sharing the love we find there. Share a smile share your love and be the change positive.

 

Thanksgiving and gratitude. Happy Thanksgiving!


When my children were young a tradition of saying thanks was established at our table on Thanksgiving Day in our country. At times I watched my children struggle with the words to say or fear of embarrassment at what they would choose to share makes them thankful. Over the years it was quite a treat to watch them grow and the depth of their gratitude grow.

 

The sands of time and destiny have taken that tradition from me yet the memories cannot be taken, even though my family is no more in its former sense. The last two years of this joyous day have not been what one would expect especially me. Last year was spent pretty much with my Lord in solitude and with his grace, filled with love and gratitude. This year I know not what the day has in store yet whatever it becomes I know it will be filled with my Lords love and grace.

 

In the spirit of a tradition I may no longer enjoy in its traditional family way I choose to share my heart and give thanks for the many gifts I have been given. The most important and cherished gift is the gift of Love.

 

I am grateful for my enemies and friends both from within and without, they share with me the gift of strength and courage lighting the light within. They point out my weakness and my way to change them into strengths. They point out my strengths and allow me to share my heart and love. I am Grateful for the life I have lived as it has brought me to my soul and the love of our Creator. I am grateful for the pillows those of concrete, straw and Feathers for they have taught me to appreciate the value of a pillow and the comfort they bring. I am grateful for the times of hunger and feast as they have given me the appreciation of the gifts of nutrition both of the body and soul.

 

The list of things I am grateful for is long and I could spend a year just appreciating all of them. So I will share one more thought, and one more expression of gratitude. I am most grateful for the love and opportunity given by our Creator to experience and live life. Life is precious and filled with lessons that teach us that love is the most cherished lesson of all. The love within teaches me to be a good and loving human being no matter what crosses my path. The lessons shared within and with love are the gift of life expressed in our souls.

 

Thank you for allowing me to share some thoughts and perhaps a smile. I would like to say thank you all and express my gratitude for your time and love shared by visiting my pages. Happy Thanksgiving, to all in my country that celebrate the occasion. Happy Thanksgiving to our world as every day should be a day of gratitude and thanks. Please share a smile share your love and be the change positive helping to make our world a better place for all we share it with. Thank you again and may your day be filled with love and gratitude.

I decided that I should help…


As I drank my morning cup of coffee and read my daily E mail assortment I was inspired to help “Woodsy “spread the word. “Stop being dirty birds”. It is very sad to me when I see man made debris thrown on the ground with disregard and disrespect of the land and all who live on it. The individuals that do this sort of thing also disrespect themselves.

I stopped littering as a young child, I actually don’t recall littering. I suppose that growing up in the time that I did, as well as the time I have spent enjoying the many beautiful places I have been it would have been a sin if I had. I have passed that on to many young people in my life and have instilled it in my children since they were born. Don’t litter!

When I go camping, hiking, fishing, walking I try no not try, I leave the area cleaner than when I came. My children and their friends as well as nephews and nieces and their friends that have camped with me over the years that my rule is leave it cleaner than you found it. When finished camping after all the equipment is packed away in the cars. I get the group together and form a line. Then we do a “police call” the term I learned as well as the technique in my days of service in the U.S. Army. The line moves forward picking up all the items in ones path that “God didn’t put there” as my Drill Sargent used to say. I prefer to say that if it didn’t grow there or is made by man pick it up. It’s amazing the effect this has on the youngsters and the adults as well as nature.

One of my favorite places to walk and enjoy a nice afternoon in nature is in the Delaware Water Gap National Park located in northern Pennsylvania. It is one of the most beautiful places I have had the privilege to experience. The Delaware River runs right through the Park separating the Park in two halves one side in New Jersey and one in Pennsylvania. The National bird the Bald Eagle lives and fishes there, as well as black bears and many other species of wild life. In the spring the Tiger Lilly’s and Raspberry’s bloom their flowers matched by the leaves on the trees turning everything green.

Monday through Friday the park is quiet and relatively clean maintained by the U.S. Park Service. Saturdays and Sundays however the park is inhabited by hundreds of City dwellers seeking the refuge of the great outdoors. Most at the particular place I frequent are of Hispanic descent. The local people use the McDade Trail for escape, excersise, to observe the wild life, and the foilage. There are dozens of types of ferns, wild berries, trees, birds,” hills and dales”, meadows, and forest. The weekend visitors however come with no consideration or respect for the beauty that they are privileged to experience. Trash, noise, Vandalism, lack of consideration for the other people using the park. I come to the park for the quiet and tranquil feeling that I get in Nature, to escape the sounds and garbage of the cities.

If we all take a moment when we are in the natural settings our parks and our natural habitats to stop and pick up a piece of trash or two. We will still have Parks and trails for future generations and enjoy them more now. Noise pollution in the parks is almost as bad as garbage, driving off the wildlife and those that wish to enjoy nature in peace and harmony. It’s alright to be loud in the right time and place not however at a picnic area with ten tables and your racket, music, cursing noisy children and adults making it difficult to hear the people sitting next to you ten tables away. Please be considerate and don’t pollute.

Helping Woodsy spread the word ” Give a hoot don’t pollute I am helping Woodsy spread the word don’t be a Dirty Bird”. Thanks for stopping by and allowing me to share some thoughts.