CAN BEASLEY HIGHWAY BE MADE SAFER?

http://www.mountainfm.net/newsDetails.php?newsID=672&pageID=161&parentID=160

Yeah, they can make the road safer near Beasley...it's called putting the snow plow blade down so it touches the road and then put some sand/gravel down.

Ode to a gentle giant

I wonder sometimes about the course. It's pathway is fulls of twists and bends, darkened corners and brightened eyes. Angels and dust. Alone. Together. Random moments. Unity. Peace and hate. Pride and prejudice.

As 2010 begins, I mentioned earlier that I believe a strong wind is beginning to blow. Faith of a mustard seed. Faith in a heart that is bigger than mine. I have never stopped the race, but I have gotten off the track a time or two to see what was on my left and my right.

She asked me once on a hot summer's afternoon, what I saw. I answered her that I could see everything and it was the truth. But then, I looked a little to the left and fell down. I tried looking to the right and fell down even further. Now, I see straight but I am not wearing blinders either. I can see the shadows.

The train ride is about to begin and I hope you have your ticket. The train is large and the ride is grand. Oh the places we'll see!

I will not politicize. I will not religousize. I will try to proselytize. I will try to hold your heart a little while longer and look into your eyes. I will not judge, nor will I cast out. I will try to be what I need to be.

ALL ABOARD!!! This train is getting ready for departure to places unknown.  Let me take your hand and help you aboard ma'am.

Who loves you?

I do.

2010 is gonna sing

We brought in the New Year last night with Fireball and Bud. A little Henkel Trokken and a nice toasty bon fire in the snow.

I could hear voices as we drank by the fire and I knew that they belonged to me. Distant, traveled. I thought of people far away and close by as they were thinking about me. I am always listening, never answering.

I am smiling because it does belong to me. I have been blessed beyond measure and continue to be blessed. Answered prayer and memories of home. The tabernacle choir. If I could only make you believe. Believe in what I have seen, believe in what I have heard.

So dear reader, if you are out there, I am thinking of you today. I am listening to your heart beating and I know. And I smile

2009 is going to end. Will I?

2009.

It has been a year of a lot of ups and downs and at 43 years old, a few new discoveries for myself.

I had the epiphany of "My God, in 7 years, I will be 50" a few months back. That was kind of scary as I was drinking my morning coffee - don't tell my doctor that I still sneak a cup or two. To realize that yes, time is advancing and the days ahead are growing shorter than the ones behind, can be a haunting event.

2009 saw me feeling like I was 20 again. Renewed sense of self, of life and that is worth so much more to me than anything else that has happened this year. My faith, my past, my future are all one congealed ball and I am wrapped in the middle of it, going a thousand miles per hour. (Anyone who knew me when I was 20 is probably shaking their heads)

I reached out to old friends, as like the Grinch, my heart grew a little larger that day. To reach out and say hello after twenty years did cause me some trepidation after all, we never really said good bye.

My family has been amazing to me and for me this year. I cannot put into words what they have meant to me through the years and my wife and I are closing in on 20 years, 10 of which have been married. (Once again, people that knew me from before are shaking their heads, finding it impossible that I have a mortgage, three kids, a dog, cat, fish etc...a "normal" life)

But the wonderful thing is that is it not normal and it will never be normal. I am and always will be the dark poet, the brooder. I will be the one to make you laugh, to think. I will hopefully inspire you to reach for the stars and be great with no regrets. Hopefully you will walk in victory, knowing that the past is the past and it can no longer harm you.

Great memories and more to come.

To qoute Love and Rockets:

My head is full of magic,baby
And I can't share this with you.
The feel I'm on a cross again, lately,
But there's nothing to do with you.

I'm alive, so alive.
I'm alive, so alive.

Your strut makes me crazy,
makes me see you more clearly.
Oh, baby I can see you.
Wish I could stop,
Switch off the clock

Make it all happen for you.

I'm alive, so alive.
I'm alive, so alive.

My head is full of magic, baby,
And I can't share this with you.
The feel I'm on top again, baby,
That's got everything to do with you.

I'm alive, so alive.
I'm alive, so alive.

Happiness is found in a cold Danish

Creeping along the vines and twines. Eating a cold cinnamon bun and realizing how high I have become. How the dark clouds have left and there is only sun.

Snow is melting rapidly, my pre-Christmas present I think. Answered prayer. Touching into the past, so cathartic, soothing balm for my battered self.

Loving, living and remembering. I am being moved into a wind that is strong and where it sends me, I no longer care as it spells freedom. Freedom. Is there any better word, other than perhaps, servant?

I look at her and smile. My earthbound happiness. I look at them and I smile and I learn how to love a little more each day. There can be no doubt or confusion but the highway is brightly marked and I see tomorrow today.

The threads of humanity, linking and weaving us all together tightly.

Get on the bus and lets go. Universal plan for the universal man.

The snow is here and it is staying.

We have had almost a foot of snow in 2 days and I was so hoping that it wouldn't catch up to us until Christmas Eve.

Good news though is at Copenhagen, the hypocrites that drove their corporate jets to protest global warming are undergoing a blizzard. God has such a wonderful sense of irony.

It was like I was telling my friend, Lou Ferrigno the other day that pasta shells are not the same as sea shells. He wouldn't listen but kept on trying to stab them with his fork. He's so crass but nowhere near as bad as Fellini.

I placed a call to Superman this morning but all I got was a long time of ringing and then a really lame leave your message type of recording. He didn't even have Jimmy Olsen do it. Sounded like some guy from India or somewhere.

My God

My God is an awesome God.